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lust in transition time, blue to green by Bad Music Saturday, March 01, 2003 Share Print Save Become a Fan

because sex with you is not winter it is not yet spring it is green sprung from months of blue like the the small winter jasmine that could not wait until April, having to peek its impatient, wanting, head-bulb from fetal position in the soil {our sex, then, is unorthodox (?)} the heat of it melts the remains of february-march snow, the drippings of blue-cum-green (pun intended) drips like 10,000 liquid violins playing a dissonant symphony in my ear. our sex plays on transitioning time.

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Reviewed by Birdie Houston	3/21/2003

Wonderful write I enjoyed it




Reviewed by jude forese	3/2/2003

"the drippings of blue-cum-green"... wow, that is a transition...




Reviewed by William M. Sowman	3/1/2003

The sex plays on and on like a record that repeats over and over. It will take a long time for ten thousand drips. Bill Murray




Reviewed by J John (Reader)	3/1/2003

Intresting write J & J