bis spater
a rhythm
a steady beat
something to medicate.
a glance,
a heavy word,
something to escalate.
to the lips,
a hand's caress,
oven opened in my chest.
more than breath
pressed together
shared embrace
the lover.
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Saturday, December 03, 2005
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9 comments:
Well goddam, that's the first time in a long time that I THINK I might actually know what the hell you are babbling about.
: )
not a chance, baby.
(sigh)probably right...
I never have a clue, but that's why I keep coming back...
who needs a clue for this one to be good?
Read it again this morning.
It got even better.
Some things are best the first time, others just keep getting sweeter...
Yes, Sunny Bunny,
they most certainly do.
i thought you'd know what i was talking about
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