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Turbinado
The raw of sugar, brown and sweet molassic lava, flows behind my lips and down my throat. Not refined, its grit reminds me of your presence. Sweet and raw, your honeyed lips and moneyed breath, your sweet-brown eyes and sweet-grass hair, stir my caffeinated heart, provide my soul with sugar, brown and sweet. My hunger growls. My smile greets my Turbinado. Kåre Enga © 2004 Catalogue number: [161.120] 25 april 2004 An odd "love" poem. "Turbinado" was written after going to a presentation of Black Diamonds at the Gypsy Cafe in Tulsa. For those of you who don't do coffee: tubinado sugar is course, brown and unrefined. It's companion poem, "Vodka"
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