It savors you beneath my glance,
the ever pacing beast
that walks across my soul,
wondering if its warm and wet
inside the outline of your lips,
thinking that your skin
would match its burning hands
with the red bumpy texture
of sweet ripe strawberries
if it could touch you.
You need not worry.
It is safe
behind your blinding light
of silence.
D.Q. 12/22/05
2 comments:
That's beautiful.
Good one,Keros.
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