Monday, January 7, 2008

A Poem



a shot of cool wind bites her.

she looks up.

she sees him walking away.

a black back,

head searching the ground for nothing.

invisible tears

drop heavily into rivers of their hearts.


she hears his pleasure moans in her memory.

he doesn't look back.

the black back moves hesitantly and surely.

he squeezes his body shut.

she discards of her mind.

they love each other so much.



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