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twilight's dew
by Rachelle Howe
there is something
about skin
that's intoxicating;
inf
esting
like glass,
smooth
to the touch
and beneath
fingers
it is a lethal poison
though an antidote
in its own rite.
flesh
under-
neath
invading hands
flesh
so vulnerable
to lips of silk
and invasion;
to my touch, and yet...
it's a dream, and with the morn,
she's as vapid as twilight's dew.
12/30/2001 Posted on 12/30/2001
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
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