a warm place.
desire wells up inside of her;a darkening wave.
(the tide is a swollen
and endless
black
and blue.)
a short intake of breath.
(reality pounds around her body
thrumming like a caged bird.
each feather trembling,
a part of her.)
breathing in soft fabric
her world a void
a mindless vacuum of feeling
finality is like an unfolding flower
it blossoms and numbness
recedes.
each petal folds like
her skin
under his touch.
there is a sense of security
in this loss.
she tastes blood in her mouth and
she is serene.
Poetry by anguisette
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Written on 2007-05-20 at 06:40
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