Monday, July 16, 2007
"Strand"
One strand
of your golden hair
upon my arm
draws my flesh to rise.
It is provocative
like a mistress
interfering with a life
already established.
Its’ delicacy
tips the balance
of good and evil
within me,
where I stand
feels undetermined.
Aleathia Drehmer 2006
Published by Laura Hird Spring Showcase 2007
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I like this. I also enjoyed your poem on Motherkisser. I'll be checking back here more often. ;)
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