Saturday, February 17, 2007

empty cup


my limbs long for you

like winters trees

your kisses stir my senses

and butterflies emerge free

i want your stain upon my throat

and to speak with you without a voice

to breath you and to exhale you

you've opened my eyes and i'm watching us move

lick the honey from my fingers

write your name in my womb

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