only a moment
one tick of the mantle's clock
no more than that
a soft brush of a mouth on mine
warm and sweet as a baby's breath
as it searches for the breast
i became your nourishment
your kiss moved inside me
as if reaching toward my heart
by the second tick
the moment passed.
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
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