Boston fog spray paints grey,
cobblestones, bricked walk,
arms linked,
Bare elbows in the black, black night.
Speak softly, slowly.
Speak through liquored breaths and lie.
Quiet, quiet hands cupped light,
bottom lipped reflection,
skeletal, lithe.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
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