Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Down my spine


A sudden chill
Down my spine
Throughout my legs.
I shiver to the nursing arms
So cold with the absence.
I kiss gently
The rusted soft tissues
With that pattern of chap
So dried with exposure
To time and smoke.
Unlayering the hard earned layers
Of ego and solitude.
Of a broken muse.
The eyes they have lost
Their spark.
And there I see
My reflection.
That probably is
The attraction.


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