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Calligraphy in sweat...

written with nails
raked

over taut parchment.
You cause me to rise
and then enjoy my fall.
 Jun 2012 Debra A Baugh
Bri Neves
Your scent engulfs my mind.
Leaving traces.
Places.
Faces.
Behind.

My eardrums play a silent tune.
Shadows passing.
Slashing.
Fastening.
Soon.

Your vision—my eye's obsession.
Backward glancing.
Fancying.
Menacing.
Repression.

My touch reclaims time.
Sullen reflection.
Expression.
Rejection.
Borderline.

— The End —