The lips of this bottle
are still warm from yours.
Shoulder against shoulder, you and I
sculpt something
out of stray touches.
Alas, that we can never be.
You are too good to be true
to me.
are still warm from yours.
Shoulder against shoulder, you and I
sculpt something
out of stray touches.
Alas, that we can never be.
You are too good to be true
to me.
3 comments:
Why the change?
I thought you never commented on my blog.
I was persuaded to change my mind
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