Thursday, September 24, 2009

Day 66: Broken Fingertips

she inhales me like orgasm
exhale like i love you
slowly
holds like broken fingertips
determined to be fixed
i am transfixed to the contact felt in her gaze
the oceans that frame her pupils remind me of home
and she kisses like halos
can hold you like friend or lover
depending on the night
she will be loyal to you,
always hold you
with her breath
her scent
her eyes
those lips
partly split
her heart
on quiet nights you will feel its beat
tastes its rhymth on your tongue
wishing you could hold it
strum it on your guitar
steady its cadence
and learn to read your own
understand your why and when the blood rushes
can she feel its irregularity?
how its broken some nights

she inhales me like orgasm
exhale like i love you
slowly
tonight
i will love you
slowly


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