Black Beads
By narcissa
Wed, 03 May 2006
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Like warm pearls, they are snug
against his wrist, like a kiss,
like unspoken words.
He is wearing them like a thousand
backward glances.
He is wearing them sweetly, tenderly,
with the memory of her other gifts.
These against his skin:
a kiss,
unspoken words.
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