Slips

Slips

© carol voccia 2011

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My fingers slip

Under your

Shirt

My face pressing your fabric

You roll the tips of my hair

In your absent mindedness

We ride fogged and tired

When the night sleep creeps

The designs of the day

Are creased on my face

Sliding away into the hard night

You evaporate in mystery

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Standing alone

Blue tumbles

From the belly of me