Saturday, March 16, 2013

And I

kissed, tasted
bliss
once and fell
and felt so strange
and flew

Serviette

wrinkle smoothed
as ink
swiftly jotted
melds, seeps in
steals and seals
heart to his,

barely brushed fingers
deft and done, sold
twined fates lit
in time, in light
in shining eyes