places of love: a bouquet

Take a stroke,
the single stalk as his finger rubs my neck;

then the word
that escapes like life-giving breath
after
eons    of     silence;

the fold of his skin
take that next;

the warmth under his shirt;

the grayness of his eyes
that strays away from me.

I prune away sadness
from these

and place them
in a cool jar of water.

Day 6
NaPoWriMo 2013

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