Friday, July 18, 2014

Maps

breathing through the nose
mouth feeling dry
        exhales evident in such spaces

lips otherwise occupied

steeping smoothly in this face
precisely the way light can dance
        dark and naked hair; tangled messes

hands moving in a trance.

blinding, yet eyes are unclouded
minds ruminating, defying schisms
        dimpled bodies grazing

stealing kisses, catching rhythms

loving to wander here, casually
and explore now with flashing eyes
        memorizing topography

cherishing these desires.








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