Thursday, January 3, 2013

Evenings with You


You put me to bed

And your voice

Like smoke

Warm

Fills my nose

Wrapping itself

Up into me

Until I am gasping for breath

Calling your name

Both to stop you

and to urge you

For with you

I am constant

In a state of

Caprice

and weak with thirst.




January 2013
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  1. KathleenJanuary 9, 2013 at 12:24 AM

    Simmering. And the word 'Caprice' is like a sharp knife through the feeling of haziness.

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