I close my eyes
to feel its softness
like a cool cloth
pressing gently
upon the orbital ridge around my eyes,
the weight
at once present and absent
from lid's creases.
If I open my mouth
it will invade every crevice
available to it,
a potent reminder of its press,
a heft upon
the slim cord of air
trapped between my teeth
as i float
up to the surface.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 3:19 PM UTC
I close my eyes
to feel its softness
like a cool cloth
pressing gently
upon the orbital ridge around my eyes,
the weight
at once present and absent
from lid's creases.
If I open my mouth
it will invade every crevice
available to it,
a potent reminder of its press,
a heft upon
the slim cord of air
trapped between my teeth
as i float
up to the surface.
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