Don’t hold back –
though I know you won’t,
as if my lips could sink beneath your skin
I can’t hold this in –
Don’t hold back.
my edge is for your hand to test,
this us, a trust,
this touch, this breath,
no further here
or there
than needs to be;
i am a blank slate,
come, write on me.

October ’11


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This blog is the collection of my poetry and prose, in chronological order from most recent to oldest.

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