Friday, June 18, 2010

Legs stretch out before me
(encased in chocolate smeared denim)
crossed at the ankle
heels airborne
toes writhing in restlessness
(freshly painted in silver)
make patterns in air
which smell of me
(cigarettes, tea and ... je ne sais quoi)
calves round up on the shin
taut with false tension.
This black book on my lap,
I begin my day.

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