Tuesday, April 15, 2008


Inhale captured sun
from combed cotton on bare skin

Whispers of melted vanilla
in the black currant curve of chest

Collapse in the caress
of caramel cream cheeks

Drink blueberry eyes
and lemonmint lips

Deeply inhale where you cannot eat
this is the memory of love.

1 comment:

melora9 said...

Were you hungry?