: My mouth hovers across your breastsin the short grey winter...
My mouth hovers across your breasts
in the short grey winter afternoon
in this bed we are delicate
and touch so hot with joy we amaze ourselves
tough and delicate we play rings
around each other our daytime candle burns
with its peculiar light and if the snow
begins to fall outside filling the…
Posted September 23, 2010 at 9:26pm
