Clarity in ReflectionA Poem by Shaun RudieI am a weak soldier to your touch you move through me red provocative, moist sexual, against me like some filmy covering, a sweat-sticky cling deep scent temples tight, concentrated, my eyes pinholes to your mirror - headache bright you are a sun prism to me, drawing even light to color © 2011 Shaun Rudie |
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Added on January 25, 2011 Last Updated on January 25, 2011 AuthorShaun RudieTampa, FLAbout5,000 words a day. Yeah, really. I challenged myself and met the challenge for 8 days straight. I write about it, and the craft of writing, here: http://writeku.com I have a novel here: www... more..Writing
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