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By chris Date: 2006 May 21 Comment on this Work [[2006.05.21.17.15.19765]] |
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I call you Poquita because a little isn't nearly enough - my fiesta burrito, chica bonita - dusky like Holy Land earth with three kinds of chile and sprinkled with cinnamon and myrrh - sweet and hot like the friction that melts the ice cube on your breast, switching forms as molecules race and no energy is ever lost - just changed like dust obscures the sky over a desert city, behind which a flaming sun melts nightly into treeless mountains. |