by trolly
@ 08. Sep. 2006. - 22:14:32
how you land those dry, chaste kisses on me:
lips puckered up tight
like a running stitch gathered in or
like blousy curtains held in tidy pleats
in whose undisturbed folds
dust gathers and pattern creases.
a tidy kiss;
a kiss that will not affront
the neighbours
or me
or taste
of anything
except dust
maybe.