Amber Toohey

Rookie (1-11-1975)

3: 28 - Poem by Amber Toohey

Full moon moan escapes;


slides beneath skin,
belly-dancing filaments
of patient thirst.

Persimmon salt burns tongue in
24 carat sibilance,
silk caresses frame,
lightly as ghosts...

I whisper your name like a prayer.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 18, 2011

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