Sunday, July 16, 2006

[A poem I wrote today...]


such tenuous cradling

subtle whispers in her mouth
my delights, my despair
my failures, my freedom
both open and shut at once

such emphatic tenderness

watch my tongue though as it wags
the gossip, the guilted
the lying, the lusting
hushed before we blushed in time

such delicate intercourse
it nearly tells about us

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