Monday, December 29, 2003

Another old erotic poem I wrote back in March.
In case you're wondering, I'm unearthing these from an old haunt I used to frequent. You can find a lot of my old shit there in the gallery section. Gosh. Its been that long, eh?


on the crumpled sheets
i smell you:

Mint bubbles
that clung
your hair menthol soft,

Silk bubbles
that coated
your body spring green,

And salt.

Further down
beneath the folded blanket
i smell you:

Soul bubbles
that cloaked
your navel chlorine white,

And salt.

I inhale,
tasting these memories
as i add my own salt
and silk and soul.

If only you were still
on my bed.

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