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

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Soft Opening.

Your mouth
is a soft opening,
sheets of silk
upon your tongue.
Nothing sharp
falls out of there.
You are
soft when you speak
and softer still
when you kiss.

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I didn't realize until just recently how much I enjoy the word soft. Is that strange?


  1. This is lovely. Keep writing. You have talent.

  2. This is so sensual, Juice, in the finest sense of the word.

  3. I absolutely love this. It's gorgeous.


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