Silence baits the silhouette and
a taste of pillow begins to
whet an appetite for pirouettes
of tightly twisted tongues
and torturous ticklish trips
that repeat from fingers and sonorous
thrillish sips of heartbeat that linger
long after the breath of lungs--
laced vignettes of oxygen
traced on mirrors.
Sunday, February 10, 2008
Marionette
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