Wednesday, February 10, 2010


Tourmaline ankles

like the wind

stretch my eyes gravity


I reach your

soft vellum

flesh of apricot toes

cradle it within my hands.

I am impressed by

the architecture

how it sways and swings

like a bridge

spanning all my horizons.

I have seen beauty

but upon the ground

it has no equal.

Kevin Harling.

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