3: 28 Poem by Amber Toohey
3: 28
Rating: ★5.0
Full moon moan escapes;
darkness
slides beneath skin,
belly-dancing filaments
of patient thirst.
Persimmon salt burns tongue in
24 carat sibilance,
silk caresses frame,
lightly as ghosts...
imprinted,
I whisper your name like a prayer.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
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