March 23, 2012

• New Poem Post

  This was from last month. I forgot about it. It was scribbled on the back of a receipt. Gee…guess I should balance my checkbook more often…..
  
  
  Movement
  
  The skin of the torso is warm
  when pressed against the cheek
  flesh moving in time
  up and down, with the breath,
  rising and falling
  gently bending the resting neck
  drawing up the hands
  with each inhalation to
  the coarse springy hair
  that curls like a sigh
  around the fingertips
  and lost whispers
  of secret thoughts exhaled.

  • 9:29 pm
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