brilliant, morning sharp,
doe's plush ruff flat compresses crash wall
feathery fur yet warm
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
He did not answer the question she posed
Closer she crept
The bulbs of her thighs perched on the stems of her calf, balanced on the balls of her feet
She poured her hand onto his shoulder
Splayed black bright strands over his chest
He made no visible move
Outside nothing changed
No sound sustained
Two feet of snow lingered under depthless blue and searchlight moon
He gathered her hair into his fist
The bulbs of her thighs perched on the stems of her calf, balanced on the balls of her feet
She poured her hand onto his shoulder
Splayed black bright strands over his chest
He made no visible move
Outside nothing changed
No sound sustained
Two feet of snow lingered under depthless blue and searchlight moon
He gathered her hair into his fist
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