His too-long absence
made his
grip too tight—
tears of fabric,
tears in eyes, her
pulse a tattoo of
desire, choked,
condensed.
(Image used by kind permission of
Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The
poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)
Brilliant! And one of our favorite oldies, as well! Thanks so much! ~C
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely sultry words for an equally sizzling image...
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