Ganesha was blue as the afternoon
His breath was warm against my skin
He sighed in his sleep
He pressed into me

His breath was warm against my skin
I loved the feel of him
He pressed into me
Like diving into the sea

I loved the feel of him
Bright and burning
Like diving into the sea
Ganesha was blue as the afternoon

one hundred eighty four

Posted on October 25th, a grand Saturday, Common Era 2008 at 3:06 pm.

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