City and The Ghost

January 29, 2009
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my finger traces lazy eights
on her belly and geometric
warrior-paint on the sighing hip
my lips twitch inward words
to her baptismal-water eyes
her toes incubated in warm
spring-pebble sand where we buried stars
she was simply beautiful









and they'll damn us for it














for this

simply unforgetable beauty





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lovehate29 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 25, 2009 at 4:55 pm
This is very beautiful. I like how it creates a wonderful image. The words all coordinates and flow perfectly together. Excellent job. Keep up the good work!

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