What sustains her is this pulse of words Beating through her veins. Perhaps its just the music. From all the sweet endearments I whisper in her ear After I kiss her delicate hand. Thoughts settle within her body Like a double shot of bourbon As she exhales then smiles. Before giving that certain look, Like, "I'll have another" Before I take leave and fade into the night. Going dark as a cinder, quickly Wishing my kiss had reached her shoulder. Will there be another night ?
Monday, March 28, 2011
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2 comments:
I loved it...Reminds me of my poem first kiss..without the actual first kiss.
How wonderful Carlus! Just the thought of 'what if' is amazing.
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