Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Body Memories
She came
Up for air
With the salt marsh
Of her lover's patch
Smeared
Across her face
The imprint
Of her lover's breast
Still
Filling
Her mouth
With everything
So sweetly
Fused
In her brain
She needn't have wondered
How to call
These
Memories up
At will
Instead
With her lover
Long gone
It was
Impossible
To keep
The
Impressions
Down
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