Wednesday, November 10, 2010


A carpet of leaves;
untying the knots in your spine -
I tell stories with the tips of my fingers.

Winter winds
slip into the intimate places
between wool and naked flesh.
Raw, flushed cheeks,
numb fingertips.
Hands slip into strangers' pockets,
sharing warmth through our palms,
secrets through our skin.

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