ContinuationA Poem by Sarah McKeever HittThe skin of time felt like silk to us, together held in limbo, until we are deemed ready for love.
The dream makers waiting they wrenched their wrists and hold their breath in collective anticipation.
One day closer to complete.
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2 Reviews Added on April 1, 2011 Last Updated on April 1, 2011 AuthorSarah McKeever HittChicago, ILAboutTake me, I am the drug; take me, I am hallucinogenic. -Salvadore Dali Pleasure cannot be shared; like Pain, it can only be experienced or inflicted, and when we give pleasure to our Lo.. more..Writing |