27.9.07

Soft beauty I see you clear
The bedroom fades to 8:45pm
Eyes at low tide
Looking out over a white pillowcase
I live in the crook of your hip
Built brick by word by syllable
Your hair is how I like it
No stir, not a twitch
Your light hand breezes to my side
A touch of your soft under forearm
I slide my face to you and stay
When we were apart it was false
Intertwined
Some day, some minutes, darker now
Soft beauty I feel you clear

H

posted by friars | Thursday, September 27, 2007

1 Comments:

Blogger friars said...

that's nice.

r

5:02 AM  

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