Monday, September 7, 2009

This, I'll say...


The touch of skin on skin gave me a race of heart, yes;

Someone told me you loved me

And I felt a twinge of vanity-

I am no one.

I am nothing but a flake of sand on saturated soil.

You are wonderment;

Underneath;

Form and face and hands and heart and mind-


Elation.

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