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Amelia: 1:10 AM.

by Andrew S Adams

those curves fall all around me,
and the curls of fire that
flow through her hair create the
spark between our lips when
everything comes together.

through closed eyes,
we are staring deeper
and creating a secret-

we leave our bodies
to unravel it.

05/29/2005

Posted on 05/30/2005
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Bradd Howard on 06/02/05 at 10:03 PM

love the unraveling imagery... very well thought out and economical with your word choice... pleasant read

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