Saturday, August 14, 2010

Spilled Milk and Other Tragedies

It began-
A simple kiss.
Your lips bless
Curse me now
That you're away.

I was so close, we
We were so close
But milk spills
Into flesh and
Spreads across the
Space between us
In tiny ripples
Of silky, smooth softness
That is not

No use crying.

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