Sunday, August 22, 2004

Black as she

She is cold to the touch,
Her eyes freeze me
We are scanning and shivers wash my body
My hands are aching to grab her cheeks
My palms are pouring mass of want
White her cold flesh craves me
Diluted the heat
Dispensing with propensity
Blue glass eye of ice wine
We listen, we smell, we drink, we hear
My neck,
My heart
I repress
My night
My hell
My want
Water droplets
Pouring sky
Black as she