Jane B.


The Burning - Poem by Jane B.

Burning my skin,
pearl upon pearl
gliding my breasts between,
eyelids of metallic stare
enwombed within me
a longing forbid.
Exhausted in an instant's
ache, I wanted (to be)
her - in and with -
A glimpse so strange
and unaware.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 24, 2011



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