Saturday, May 14, 2011

a trip on my blades

buzzing
flying
wheeling across the city
around and inside,
then straight through like a knife
home
electrified by a quiet moment
illicit, in the flickering light
of a broken doorway
framing an awkward,
passionate exchange

between strangers
lovers
dripping sugary sweet
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