Thursday, April 21, 2016


(04/21/2016 National Poetry Month HitRECord challenge)

winding silk,
snug against
mercerized cotton.

When I use it to pull
our mouths to one another,
I can feel the
lift, the tug,
every moment
building toward
our mingling breath,
and the way your lips open before me,
so sweet
and so tender.

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