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Fluidity
by Britt ZimmermanFingers roam
along thighs
like valleys to the soul.
Hot like the desert,
breath upon hips.
In motion.
Sound waves,
like liquid
that melt in the mouth
and sing to the spine
08/10/2007 Posted on 08/10/2007
Copyright © 2024 Britt Zimmerman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/11/07 at 03:16 AM "Sound waves,
like liquid
that melt in the mouth
and sing to the spine"--I love that. Especially the last two lines. Just a great image.
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| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 10/29/07 at 04:01 PM britt this is almost too sexy! i love it! |
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