| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
| ||||||||||
|
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Experience >> ID #1319323 |
| |||||||||||||
|
i handed it to you;
[my fingertips in crisis at your sweatshirt's pockets-- the bitter stop of torn-out paper in my palm-- your desolate charcold touch on my wrist--] your hand reached out to take it.
© Copyright 2007 deromane (UN: deromane at Writing.Com).
All rights reserved.
deromane has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work. |