Monday, July 27, 2009

Porcelain

Smooth as glass,
White as the clouds.
When i first bought it, it came in a box.
The side wrote fragile, and had a little picture on it.
Its empty stomach held a pint of liquid-water or pepsi.
I would put her lips to my mouth.
Caressing her smooth curves.
When she took her bath, i would watch her go in dirty
and come out the clean cup she was.

By,
QZ

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