Thursday, March 4, 2010

thievery

my toe pricks the puddle that stands so still
a subtle touch, a ripple in macrodimension 
a single sway of thigh, a thunderous wave
our floor unsettled, it shifts with beauty
unbalanced, my toes grip the stone
feel the thoughts that flutter by me
familiar, they calm my body
carress my cheek, heat my bones
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