Softer
April 22, 2006
Posted in Poetry |
Softer, is what I heard. Like cream on my skin. Feathers.
As if the thought of bruises was too much. As if I had shifted. Has my place changed?
Shared but unspoken. Too many images merged to stay sharp.
Softer, like your fingers inside me.
Softer, like my hair on your thighs.
I had forgotten about the yearning.
Yesterday, you said. Yesterday, and it became softer.
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Like a snowflake alighting upon my cheek knowing the fate my warmth would bring…..
Sultry but distant in an odd way. I love it.
Chris
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