Saturday, July 24, 2010

This is how we move
around each other
on top and under
like leaves rustling
in the fall and rosy cheeks

As we kiss
like our mouths
are the only thing left
to conquer this life.

2 comments:

  1. KayJuly 27, 2010 at 6:07 AM

    a place to hold within...forever...

    sigh

    a great place to be.

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  2. AnonymousAugust 1, 2010 at 12:44 AM

    your poetry is simple and still touching
    reminded me of old and dead passions

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