Wednesday, June 3, 2009
tender.
Sweep your love my way…
I’ll recycle the crumbs.
Drop my hat at your feet.
Catch your exhale.
please.
Allow me to trace your silhouette with my only pencil.
So I might never forget.
Your fragrance.
Glance.
Fingertips.
The smirk of you.
May I never forget the smirk of you.
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Finished...
ReplyDeleteThe heart is opened,
take the broom away, Akka
finished... :)
The broom is a permanent feature.
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