Open Poetry #48 |
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fateful night, fateful fears and everything after |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I touched her head like gold made wind move through silver so her bangs fell to the ground until the rise of the hills Her neck came down towards the ground, where his hands gently touched her bangs like her mother used to when she was just a young child with the window at her backside, the mural of her father looking straight down at her I felt the ease of her breath onto the canvass of the air the way she positioned herself on her bed with the linens passing each corner and her body, shaking, her naval making its way through to my curved hands her heart, the eyelashes of a woman whose eyes could not keep changing so, she waited waited until I touched her and the night gave its signature sigh for us to commence that fateful night. |
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