August 2006
{monthly archives}
One Drop
When silence snakes through in black coils
filling its dark womb with the world,
when the sounds of thought have faded
into the stillborn night,
When silence snakes through in black coils
filling its dark womb with the world,
when the sounds of thought have faded
into the stillborn night,
You are sitting next to her. Her fragrance reaches you, and you can tell there is some exotic scent on. You are explaining to her some dumb Newtonian equation the solution to which you think she knows already. She is all smiles and excited. You can notice each vibration in her voluptuous body, and perhaps she can in yours too.
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