Saccharine (2) by Angela Thomas Lying across you felt like falling onto a warm blanket of sand, not the kind that pricks you and fights, but the kind that is powder-white and fine, a pile of airy confectioners sugar that was sifted through a fine sieve. I felt like I was in danger, breathing too deeply with my eyes closed, inhaling too many of your saccharine grains. I reached my hand to rest on your hip, and as I touched your body’s delicate dunes, the foundations slid under my fingers, feeling like the granular heart of a ripe pear, dragged across my tongue. 02/14/2004 Author's Note: revision of Saccharine (1) Posted on 02/14/2004 Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)