Like a Dali painting, she grazes there
Clocks dividing childhood from adult
Melting over hands in retribution
Niche of the only one, only sure
Memories in fellatioed pride
Forecasting talent with common reception
But scented orchids' precedence
Drifts as Time drips away
White lashes above the chocolate orbs
One spoonful well licked
A contest entry
- Vanilla by Lj-.
700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 4 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
