Friday, July 10, 2009
dot.
like music.
stirring every sense
in my body,
swaying gently to every note.
Would your touch do as much?
My mind wanders;
Like many hands and fingers,
lightly along every inch of me.
stirring every sense
in my body,
swaying gently to every note.
Would your touch do as much?
My mind wanders;
Like many hands and fingers,
lightly along every inch of me.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
choked
sever the ties.
They break us.
The once binding fibers that brought us together,
grow ever tigher around our necks.
They break us.
The once binding fibers that brought us together,
grow ever tigher around our necks.
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