Monday, 30 November 2009

The Mask

Pick it up lover and
embrace it with your
trembling fingers.
Trace the shapes,
The curves,
Rough and tender.

Mark your own eyes with
its eyes,
Your mouth kisses its
porcelain lips.
Feel its own skin rubbing
against yours,
The shiver of becoming
one numbs you rigid.

This is what it feels like to
lie next to someone so

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