Monday, October 15, 2012

Whispering

Whispering

A complexity
of presence, your lips whisper
little puffs of breath
in my molten ear
as you try to say to me
how common you are
while I shiver at
the force of you so closely
wedded to my heart.

May 21, 2010 9:32 PM

2 comments:

  1. !!!! love through specificity. this one makes me tremble, christopher.

    xo
    erin

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