The Message

eggs scrambled soft not hard potatoes earth not fabricated women plenty real with fatties sex raw ritualistic loose a dance picked at the blackberries pushing them gently to the side eyes spy what ! a smile broke across faces morning ending the night just like the first kiss warm sweet a tender wink athirst my Sangomas healing forest spirits I inherit subliminal no exodus a fugitive I remain lost inside you © 2010 Lepadah All rights reserved Reproduction of any materials without permission is strictly prohibited. Copyright 1999-2010..