skin
milk and lily white
the curve of shoulder
taught, extending up the neck
a traceable, delicate jaw
so downy and smooth
her lips a sweet pink
a soft "oh."

and in this dark
sheltered by fear
by caution's loving clench
her breathing falls upon his chest
the cadance deft and barely audible
silken threads of almost phrases
lilting off her tongue.

The spell is broken.
a flutter of darkened lash
like camera shutters
flashblulb bright, she sighs
smiles, apologizes
hands likes tiny wings
aloft
afraid of flight.

08/02/2007

Posted on 08/02/2007
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