Littlejohn
04-26-2009, 09:56 PM
As Oregon bleeds
into the Pacific:
My fingers, like the tide,
pull at her figure.
Her sands lay beneath me
as I move over her,
brushing her frame.
Two bodies abstracted,
defining the other.
The curves of the coast sway
to the current's song.
She should have stayed in Portland.
into the Pacific:
My fingers, like the tide,
pull at her figure.
Her sands lay beneath me
as I move over her,
brushing her frame.
Two bodies abstracted,
defining the other.
The curves of the coast sway
to the current's song.
She should have stayed in Portland.