Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Day 95/366

There is a shyness in your lips,
Curling towards my way.
Glistening in the sun,
They're pink as peach today.

Let me lean in close,
And see what's going on.
When I did, you kissed me hard,
I could barely feel your tongue.

1 comment:

  1. This piece prompts me to comment that "often the shortest works are most profound."

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