Sphere

Sphere
Round and soft like your gaze upon my shoulders
Like the shape my face makes reflected off shiny spoons
The pearls on your neck, cold on your collar-bone
Warm, but yearning
Walking, and never reaching.

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~ by kaidiocrasy on August 1, 2011.

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