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.

3 comments:

  1. Finished...
    The heart is opened,
    take the broom away, Akka
    finished... :)

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  2. The broom is a permanent feature.

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