"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Kiss.

Your kiss is like liquid,
hot and cold down
my chilled spine.
Bumps rising
your fingertips
graze my skin.
I've fallen in love
with the blue kaleidescope illusion.

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I'll give you a cookie if you can name the pattern here. Haha, I'm so clever!

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