Midnight Words ~ Thomas Carroll
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The words come,
Hidden beneath her snores
And the sound of a fan keeping time
With his voice,
Careful, stepping over commas
Like a cat stalking shadows
Every word remembrance
Of fingertips forming moans
Across skin steamed with lacy indecision
He reads to her
Skin on skin
Warmth kissing every word with near silence
She wakes for a moment
And he stops,
Tears hidden
Wordless again
Mouth buried along the curve of her spine
That moments ago was an arch to heaven
He stops and murmurs
Naked in her eyes
August 30, 2005
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2 comments:
Words like this should be eaten off of the fingers that wrote them.
Well thanks, I always wanted my fingers to double as dinnerware....
Tom
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