Untitles #9

by Kristy Schu   Jul 14, 2009


I tremble before my beloved,
whose ecstasy fits like a glove,
one tiny trace,
of a tear on her face,
could make me go insane,
and destroy this whole place.

the dancing breathe of her kiss,
her words, though whispered and shy,
I'd lie and I'd steal,
her caress just to feel,
and know I'm the reason for her sigh.

Pardon the bad spelling, grammar, etc.

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