Saturday, December 17, 2011

cinnamon collarbone (for Sagal)

like footsteps of thieves
i let my kisses breathe
at one place upon your skin where the sun goes
to find its peace
not having my eyes gaze at it
is penance for our pain
a sweetness remains sealed in my mind
like cinnamon giving itself to the fiery embrace
of fresh ginger tea
should you begin to forget
the minutes we stole from immortality
look to that tender spot
two inches from your neck
where i felt paradise could be
right there along your collarbone
make that your home for memories of me.

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