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

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Comments
  1. braille of messages upon her skin… I love this!

  2. crowsfeet says:

    whew! That one is as hot as the sand and the peppery longing…

    Really good, Chris.

  3. Semaphore says:

    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.

  4. brian miller says:

    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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