Monday, November 1, 2010

HONEYSUCKLE......



the taste of love that you left on my lips
is tinged with melancholy and honeysuckle,
and is falling into those places that i guard,
eludes my senses,and makes me blush a color 
that has no name
"marcellus"
….artwork  .Louise  bourgeois

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