Thursday, May 19, 2011

The exposure.

Distinguish me.
In a field of Zinnias,
light me up,
extinguish me.
Carry me,
bury me, 
paint my torso in shades of red.
Feel me --
touch me --
fall on me --
enthrall me --
trace with your fingertips along the lines of map on my back.
rest your covet thoughts
across my chest.
Your eyes speak to me in soft whispers--
unravel your emotions with the tip of your tongue.
Expose me,
unzip me,
inside you, swallow me,
take me with you, far away.

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