Various Shades Of White

December 30, 2008
By Annie Diamond, Wilton, CT

for matt

moonlight tells the truth, but do you? my
fingertips melt along the hard alabaster bones of
your hand, tracing a labyrinth over stony skin,
feeling the apathy creep from your pores
and into mine, not entirely unwanted.
the thumbnail of moon glowers at us
like one seductively half closed eye, the
unyielding color of milk, and certainly
no use crying over -- a fact that creeps upon
me with the most callous amusement.

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