She flowed past me in
a slow, gentle
silver pulse
and i saw the glittering
stars on her
perfectly shaped
scales.
and She was not
slimy
(as everyone thinks)
but
smooth like
how i feel when i
press my cheek against
a cold glass window;
this is what my
fingertips felt as
i touched her
body.
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2 comments:
Nice to see poetry back on this blog :)
I got writer's block la.. It's so sad ok :'(
I mean this is pathetic
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