orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
05 October 2012
tactual
that first time
you touched me
– in that too-brief
transient tactility –
it felt as if you
stripped off
all of my skin
– leaving me raw,
burning.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment