Jun 14, 2007 17:53
When you touch me
I fly apart.
Myriad pieces
soaring on the
back of wings
larger and greater
than I alone could be.
Tangling my hair,
stealing my breath.
Shivering, trembling
with heat instead
of chill...
I flush, the color
of desire bright
upon me,
beautiful...
When you touch me.
stupid poems
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