Madison On My Mind......
The dry sand blends with her flesh
as I sink into that coffee cream fresh valley
that peeks beyond the safe beats of a bellybutton
tapping against the winds of me
Rain runs against the porcelain bottom
as she releases hidden sounds from her aching soul
that resist me through distance but shall fail
to the desire of our entwined chance in time
Copyright © Mike Schminski | Year Posted 2006
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