Saturday, August 06, 2011

Read between the lines

Her toes curled, in response;
Like a touch-me-not plant
Under the drizzle's influence.
As she felt his palm
Cradle her heel.
And his pointer finger
Read the lines
On her tender sole.

Monday, August 01, 2011

Stubbed Monday Sun

She heard the sun rise
One blue morn;
In the shrill noise
Of her timepiece’s alarm.

Into a cloud, with her toe,
She stubbed the week’s very first sun;
With the soft click
Of the tiny steel snooze button;

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