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This was written for the Friday Knights forum Sing me a Story Festival. SanguineI peeled away her dress and it fell to the floor, as silent as an orange skin falling to the carpet. Under our feet, as we swayed, the tiny buttons cracked like pips. The tip of her breast burned a new line of luck in the palm of my hand. This blood orange in my arms shone like a midnight sun. Copyright (C) 2003 by Alienor, All rights reserved Very closely inspired by "Sanguine" (Prévert/Crolla), as sung by Yves Montand |