Sunday, April 7, 2013

why

why can I not have the small
of your back, the terminus of
graceful curves I would travel
to the column of your neck
where the hair begins to grow,
in short shy curls, near the soft
shell of your ear and the firm
architecture of your jaw,
a wonderland for fingers
to explore, a place of whispers
and secrets that lips are eager to tell




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