Lingering
By narcissa
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 838 reads
Wrinkles, like fine grooves in sand
Lay, bold, against her white skin
And I trembled
Oh forgive me!
I trembled to see her there
Hair spread out against the pillow
Eyes closed, shallow breath
Seeking deep meaning
Unreachable, inside her head
The starkness of her expression
Was she all that mattered?
Wandering in oblivion.
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