Monday, February 11, 2013
Her lips, envelope points.
Sealed corners. Emotions
folded tightly. Softly she smiles;
yesterday hides behind her lips.
Slender tapered fingers; tugging
and holding. Arms harmonizing with
motion, waltzing past hot air.
Vapour surrounds her in hot shadows.
Jazz music. Lipstick; drawing her
darkness into sin, breathing, wanting
forgiveness. Her words wave like
lips drying. Hair hangs
smoldering in heat. Showers fire cold
bodies. A saxophone plays her song.