20 01 2011


I’ve been rendered…
Blue frost
Black holes
stealing my breath, my thoughts
swirling down the drain.

But the downy residue,
the leftover stains of love;
imprints of us on the covers
leave me with an epiphany:

his tongue lapped up my language with mine,
and all i could do was plead into his eyes,
squeeze his arm,
brush the hair on his legs,
and curl my tongue around his,




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