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August that raceswith a butterfly-flux ebbing in nature’s bellyLilac skies dribble libations to the divineHoly beads of dew overrun rivers aplentyFlaming erogenous zones of a grey gushing byUntil the scrupulous sun turns off the rain’s whimOr the lust-gaped flood tilts the earth in a trice.
Shalini C
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I am so impressed, Shalini. Amazing writing.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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