The warm orange glow
of amber LCD
and your skin collide
somewhere across the room.

The silver screen
and your silver navel ring
shine softly, and I
feel myself unwind.

The tight tan wrap
of your waist around those
internal organs worries me,
but you are breathing slowly still.

Small mountains that rise and fall,
the natural beauty,
and I cradle it all,
disbelieving...

09/03/2007

Author's Note: Laying on a couch, watching a movie...

Posted on 09/03/2007
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