Monday, 9 May 2011

five small poems

just there
your scent
i am undone

.

speak to me
use
only vowels

.

your steady gaze
thick in the
space
between us

.

the back of my hand
grazes
your lips flower

.

this
thick
tongue
sweet like
treacle

*

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2 comments:

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D.L said...

Very good. Thanks.