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Butterscotch





Straight lines like sunsets bridge
the absence of your hands-- so cold;
numb the start of a fire, sparks
like quicksand beneath my feet.

I'm enticed-- a lingering kiss smells
like smokey fields gone dry with
butterscotch; hits my mind like adrenaline...

Who?

And I rest my lips.





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    January 31, 2009

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    that title is delicious (:

    this has so many beautiful images, i didn't know where to rest my eyes lol

    thank you so much for this lovely entry.