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By dragonfleyes Date: 2002 Nov 19 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.19.16.08.25152]] |
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there was saffron to be licked from our fingers- dyed yellow, jaundiced the rice, still steaming in the earthen bowl steam staining it red laughter soaked walls, echoing happiness -we walked barefoot for the day through puddles of rain, through clouds of storms coming back to feel the texture of food soothing away lines on our faces worries on our souls we sat indian style, my legs crossing yours feet touching toes, wiggling expectantly your fingers dipping into my saffron rice lifting them to my mouth -my lips encircle your fingers my lips stained yellow, kissing your yellow fingers aromatic with saffron, following us to bed your fingers still in my mouth |