Monday, March 19, 2007

"The Park"

A progressive state of inebriation finds me in the park in the dead of night with my back flush against a concrete barrier. My vision muddied so I can barely see your face until you climb over me to kiss my neck. Your black hands run the length of my alabaster thigh as the off-shore wind vaults my skirt to expose me, exciting me. The mere imagining of the contrast of our flesh so tight and close lifts me higher. Aleathia Drehmer 2006 Published by Zygote in My Coffee #67

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