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.

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