Tuesday, 27 January 2009

Like a cat I put
cream on my skin
I imagine cutting
it and pulling
out strings of orchids
Out one by one
for happy words said
to me
under bare light bulbs
I remember the happy
times I had before I 
found the green leaves
growing over me
in pink gardens
of apple blossom
I imagine
smelling you
and sewing sweet nothings
into my skin so I don't
forget the few moments
I had with you....

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