Wednesday, November 9, 2011

breath of lime and pepper.

crushed cropped goodness.

rad kicks.

wallpaper nails.

gorgeous hair.

red headed forest queen.

love this gal.

killer looks.

my sunny love.


If I could just touch your ankle, he whispers, there
on the inside, above the bone—leans closer,
breath of lime and pepper—I know I could
make love to you

-from Hades' Pitch by Rita Dove


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