it was june when I flew to capital W
to see L and swim intoo her qeyes.
how i wanted to spill my imagination
before summer bled red och-
re water ov-
er ceramic tiles, when
sshe
sstripped
off that gray sweater that held marble(d)
skhin together, and all i knew was
my imagination would never tou-
ch
her
ch
est, belly or arm like that gcharcoal
wool. i keep the(ir) image
������������������������������ ivory preserved
like with the zscent of lavender
and fox-(d)red �ccents.
�2005 by Ryan Laks
