Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Sweet

drip
drop
slowly
sliding down
like fingers

rich darkness
moving

softly into
silky porcelin

not a sound
save the haulted
breath
of
exhalation

in a kiss
lips movement
seeming motionless

theres nothing like
sweet
java bliss...

1 comment:

Joseph said...

I like the image. I almost feel like you are going somewhere, then I find myself somewhere else. Then I like it.