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Saturday, December 03, 2005

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.
~

9 comments:

PAB said...

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.

: )

Olaf Vanderhoot said...

not a chance, baby.

PAB said...

(sigh)probably right...

Skibby said...

I never have a clue, but that's why I keep coming back...

X Bunny said...

who needs a clue for this one to be good?

Velo Bella said...

Read it again this morning.

It got even better.

X Bunny said...

Some things are best the first time, others just keep getting sweeter...

Velo Bella said...

Yes, Sunny Bunny,
they most certainly do.

X Bunny said...

i thought you'd know what i was talking about