Gauging

Run your thumb along
My jugular.
Your finger along my spine.
Lest I forget
The size of a perfect sky.

As soon as your hand touches me
I want to be in a desert.
Gauging distances.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2008-12-22 at 23:53

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John Lambremont, Sr.
I like this a lot, but I feel like this is just a beginning. Pray tell us more.
2008-12-23