Sunday, July 10, 2005

mouth

my taste for your mouth and the
words it contains, the
thoughts of me they wrap moist
around
make me lick at your lips as
if they were the last drops in the bottom of the glass. your
ideas give me
shivers of possiblities and so
i search the corners of your mouth for a
stray crumb that i might pick off and
swallow.





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