Friday, July 11, 2008

Stereotyping the shy bride

A glance;
and smoked
red. A misty
eyed irritant
softened by
flesh fading
in and out.

Like
soldering
a fire.
Twig on
twig clasping
and letting
go giggling.

Shy of
touch.
Afraid, a
little; of
what has
already
been
said.

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