Friday, February 4, 2011

Claws


Skin folds neatly-
well defined creases,
pre-existing 
signs.


The brow draws lines
sweat beads
and the lizard aches.


I forget where the light was
but I remember every curve


highlights-
soft
and sharply defined-
places I've only seen in magazines
or perhaps 
in the back of my mind.


Singed flesh
at the back of the neck
a dream
a thought
a desire
passing by in the night


its breath


gone with the sun.

Real and Imagined.

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