my spine
the fingers linger
mindlessly on each
defined ridge
his touch not
arousing but comforting,
assuring me that
I still have mass,
a shape:
that I am not
entirely invisible yet.
Copyright © 2008
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Solid
He runs his hand down
my spine
the fingers linger
mindlessly on each
defined ridge
his touch not
arousing but comforting,
assuring me that
I still have mass,
a shape:
that I am not
entirely invisible yet.
my spine
the fingers linger
mindlessly on each
defined ridge
his touch not
arousing but comforting,
assuring me that
I still have mass,
a shape:
that I am not
entirely invisible yet.
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