Jun 2015
Right, left, back β what?
Flames flicker to the rhythm of
Your feet
And waver
At the ripple of my laughter.
Your palm pressed to mine:
Fire soldered to water.
I twirl and
Your eyes
Extinguish mine.
-bes-
Flames flicker to the rhythm of
Your feet
And waver
At the ripple of my laughter.
Your palm pressed to mine:
Fire soldered to water.
I twirl and
Your eyes
Extinguish mine.
-bes-
Written by
Brenda E Suhan
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