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Wisps

by Anne Di Baguette


menthol wisps lips licked slowly in


mild concentration, setting elbow crocked


comfortably back in this bed


I can wait, I will watch


her, invisible she said


 


rationing breadcrumb trails, a path


leading her nowhere through


my forests confusion


my fingertips beckon when she lingers


trip her when she skips carefree


lay silent when she begs


 


hungrily, insatiable she said,


she devours my heart


one miserable


slice at a time

11/01/2002

Posted on 12/01/2017
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