Monday, August 11, 2008

Solipsism

Eyes closed, he moves in,
squeezes tight,
prepares lips -
and kisses.

Then she kisses.

One thousand three hundred fourteen miles
between them,
discrete pillows
soak up their owners’ saliva,
indifferent.

-11 August 2008

7 comments:

Pulcheria said...

I miss you too!

Sayyadina said...

Eww.

RockNRollaChica said...

I think this is my favorite of all of your poetry, bro! :}

CowboyBob said...

Love this image.

CowboyBob said...

After many readings, still love it. Thanks.

Canyonsrcool said...

Whoa

WildBound said...

Been there, done that...