Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Lips

You lay motionless
I smile at your beauty
A slight graze of the hair
I laugh at a hint of drool
Protruding
Ever so slight
From your
Breathless lips
No longer a breath to be had
As I speak gently to you
Lying motionless
With that knife
Protruding
Ever so slight
From your
Breathless lips

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