Sunday, May 1, 2011

A'Maying

You shift still

sleeping my fingers

run like a swollen

creek over the pebbles

of your spine sluicing

caressing across your

skin my fingertips

chatter in delighted

abandon you sigh I

still catch my breath

tumble like a

waterfall

into you

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