(being just flesh)
pulls a little something softly
of smile over sleep;
tangles a breath
in noon light–
wh isp e r i n g
S.
a hanging finger
of loose
Spring
twixt lips:
(spearing silence)
tugs into arms
a trembling rough
Of
s
t
e
a
m
s i n g i n g
kiss.
.
.
.
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
(being just flesh)
pulls a little something softly
of smile over sleep;
tangles a breath
in noon light–
wh isp e r i n g
S.
a hanging finger
of loose
Spring
twixt lips:
(spearing silence)
tugs into arms
a trembling rough
Of
s
t
e
a
m
s i n g i n g
kiss.
.
.
.
.
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