On One Hand

July 15, 2007

The Fat Girl

Filed under: Uncategorized — ononehand @ 2:17 pm

when the two, in longing, touched
her thighs were one
carresing on the chair, moon beneath.

I watched as television light streaked
myrrh across her breasts;
the lovers lingered whistful
in its warmth.

she does not sing for me
oh dandylion, who seronades her spoon
serraphic rows through frozen milk.
stoic in the weight of prose, is she –
it takes more than words to move her.


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