the note
typed neat
no smudges stark white
knife edged folds not
as sharp as the razor
i would like a coffin
of polished wood
dark and shining as
a buckeye just pried
from it's prickly jacket,
smooth with a soft glow
tempting hands to stroke
satin under fingertips
reminding you
of my skin.
Friday, September 23, 2005
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