sand stuck to her
like pepper on a steak,
i could almost feel textured
braille of messages
upon her skin,
beneath those
pieces of cloth
anatomy to be discovered,
i ache , i pain
she carries on by,
and i take up my pad
and write
sand stuck to her
like pepper on a steak,
i could almost feel textured
braille of messages
upon her skin,
beneath those
pieces of cloth
anatomy to be discovered,
i ache , i pain
she carries on by,
and i take up my pad
and write
velvetmedia 
braille of messages upon her skin… I love this!
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I love playing visually with textures this was published in Zygote in My Coffee http://www.zygoteinmycoffee.com/100s/issue134chrislawrence.html
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It is a lovely image! I will continue to visit…
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Oh my.
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whew! That one is as hot as the sand and the peppery longing…
Really good, Chris.
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Oh! It’s like the song from Antonio Carlos Jobim: “Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking. And when she passes, I smile – but she doesn’t see.” Beautiful, wistful, painful.
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Thank you that yearning lingers
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haha and all that comes out of the pen is angst and frustration…smiles…love the braile bit on the body…nice touches that…smiles.
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Thanks Brian
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