Thomas Lowe Taylor -- WILL THE WIND EVER REMEMBER

Olive U-2


what comes inside
you mouth to me
smaller than knot
but arising tide, too
the primeval goo
a saturday night;
thin
lips tiny
pointed pearly tongue
tip me tip my finger
draw my finger to
your mouth the ridge
of the roof and going
by yr teeth it feels
so good my finger
=tastes good= u say
the same i'm there again
all along the watchtower

i like the way i touch you
you bit my kiss
touched me with yr but
yrbut

i lick my finger and touch
your lips again
& again

we are there and
a long time hum
hummmm

tulips glo/turnips flo

pearly sine chrome tone
yrs at the hone and plinty....
warm at the pink
home at the