I don't want
to call your skin
transparent -
it is less glass
than tracing paper.
But I do imagine
finding things
in your veins -
dogs or candy bars,
such things as we find
in clouds.
But let's forget
the familiar -
What can you tell me
about the brownish corners
of my lips, that look
like the syrup residue
of a hot chocolate?
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2 comments:
i dig. hard. with a big shovel.
i love this ruth!
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