Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Poetry Cavalcade 23: City Beach
She... she leans over
Hand on his chest
Lips at his ear
Light as a pencil.
It's smell we learn first
While still in the womb
The hand, words, lake, sweat,
Summed up in a scent.
She... she leans over
Hand on his chest
Lips at his ear
Light as a pencil.
It's smell we learn first
While still in the womb
The hand, words, lake, sweat,
Summed up in a scent.
