Soft silk,
Like the first blush upon your
face.
The quizzical stillness
Of our first kiss.
Always.
Mediated Images
13 years ago
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Instead of following the traditional path of a chap book, I am using this blog as an evolving form for poems both old and new (e.g. the title piece is yet to be written). I do not see myself as a poet, but I enjoy writing these pieces and hope that some people might enjoy reading them.. It is really as simple as that.
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