Monday, October 5, 2009

II

Strands, one too many

United, in a brief clutch

Of your playful fingers

Stray, to places unseen

Scatter, as you withdraw

Bones, of my twin shoulders

Hunch, in the crushing hold

Of your powerful arms

Drawing, them nearer

Fall, in the deepness

Pointed, and rugged my nose

Inhales, the sweet scent

Of your weak ears

Holds, the one moment that

Grasps, the magic of closing

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