Steal
The gloss
of tongue with its peach
leather tastes of girls.
I steal
evening in my mouth and resent
the sky in urge.
from pages 80-81 of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (First Anchor Books, 1998).
The gloss
of tongue with its peach
leather tastes of girls.
I steal
evening in my mouth and resent
the sky in urge.
from pages 80-81 of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood (First Anchor Books, 1998).