the unknownA Poem by Krista Laraine
You leave traces of sin down the side of my neck,
approaching the collarbone like footprints. Though they are lips- your lips, those faltering mismatched twins stowing away secrets on the crown of your chin. Parting for desire's sake, when lust lingers too long and your tongue begs release. I desire that slow march towards death. That search for all which is hidden, every finite point of unrest. To sustain and warm, as breath makes promises upon my skin. © 2008 Krista Laraine |
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2 Reviews Added on February 15, 2008 AuthorKrista LaraineVTAboutThere is much to tell: there is much in my writing. If you want to know a bit about my personal life you can view my website. I hope you enjoy my poetry and other musings. Critiques and comments are e.. more..Writing
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