Monday, 10 April 2017

Grip







His too-long absence made his
grip too tight—
tears of fabric,
tears in eyes, her
pulse a tattoo of
desire, choked,
condensed.

 
(Image used by kind permission of Holden-and-Camille.com to whom I am most grateful and you should go visit. The poem is my imagination and is not a reflection of their lifestyle)

1 comment:

  1. Brilliant! And one of our favorite oldies, as well! Thanks so much! ~C

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