Sunday, February 8, 2009


Flanked by romance, on
All sides, I close my eyes and
Feel your hot kisses.

If skin and skin were
All we were I could do this
...if hearts disengaged.

My bloodstream races
With heat and adrenaline
And traces of you.

This time, last time, one
Time more and then I must resist
Your magnetic pull.

You: crack. A bright bulb
That pulls this stupid moth to
Fruitless flailing. Stop.

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