Exquisite torture
buttons undone
like my will
as hands find
purchase
birds on cliffs
leap of my heart
as they fly
across hips
breath
echo
catechism
we call
respond
find meaning
in the ebony
black
dark against
pale skin night
not to be
forgotten
like so many others.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
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