Thursday, February 22, 2007





It’s a fragile skin

That registers the bite

Of your kiss


Others would pass

I imagine

And just do their job

Through dawn


But there’s no stopping

This confession now

Or the blood

behind


Just as the wind

Threads us

Like ice water

At night on the icy pavement


So I’ll keep

You wrapped

Inside


Because these nerves

On such a blue ball day



Can’t last

After all

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