Flair by Paul Gallagher
Flair 1 The frescoes of springScatter their radianceAnd spill a festival of pinkPetals on the mottled green 2 Your tongueA wet stem of languageUnfurlsIn my mouthO the fizzAnd frothOf brilliantCherryBlossomO the thrilling stippleOf Pinks A searOfRouge weatherPuckersThe streetsLeafy frontageAnd shadowOrchardsRipenIn theBlurOf VoluptuousStreets 3 It is not the bush burning With imperishable fireThat I search for, […]
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