Artemis Drifting

Just because she tippietoes, doesn't mean she's a creepin'.

January 23rd, 2008 Posted in Poetry

Jan, 23 2008

I’ve become complex

skin loosening into broken triangles

bunched over rough knuckles

like the fall of antiqued curtains

while my hands bare the signs

the rest flows supple, smooth

mottled like a fawns pelt

with tawny kisses

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