Wednesday, 7 July 2004

oily fingers

i recall her fingers oily
as she smiled and looked coyly

the effortlessness of the glide
as the fingers, tense, slide

exploring nooks and hollows
imaginary lines are followed.

the kneading of my sinews
the feeling of being renewed.

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