.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

4.04.2007

silent in two 
parallel lines;
eyelashes
resting on cheekbones
stealing glances at
parted lips
gasping
(a breathy rancor)
rolling down your neck

rough tipped
ink stain fingers_
an energetic

sieze


the light pouring through
open doorways
swallowed in an
instant
pumping.heavy;thick
liquid;
explosive
bottlenecked sinews
scream beauty
at the
instant of release,
soaking fibers and beading on your
skin.
somnambulist
satisfaction takes hold, twisting
lips into a peaceful
mischief, and i
paint you white

with the tips of my fingers.

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