Five Black Raisins

November 21st, 2007

Five black raisins ink her palm’s milk skin.

Small bowl of cupped hand lifting them to lips.

Quick soft wet of mouth. Palm-heel brushes chin.

Outside the gravel crunches: a lover’s car pulls in.


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posted by Snail at 12:51 am