Sunday, February 19, 2012

Debbie

One kiss
our lips
had to practice
for a while.

you are a
new song
without words
to sing along

I can read
your melody
as it plays
on the skin
of our lips

synthetic perfection,
my platinum curls
fell over our faces;

My eyes
were not
wearing their
usual disguise.

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