Sunday, 23 June 2013

Pumice


I didn’t think my old bones
could carry you, but your
dark eyes demanded and then
there you were, arms and
legs tight about my torso,
mouth glued to mouth, for like
pumice there isn’t much to you,
what isn’t water is air,
the water draining from you to
moisten me.

2 comments:

  1. Lovely, powerful images; I especially like the last 3 lines. :)
    xxPenny

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