lingering scent, skin heat
and the drawing of it
recalled fervently
behind scrunched lids:
those strangely,
disappointingly distant images
of wanton disregard
wane to nubilous sepia.
but meaningless playful instants,
less guiltily conjoured
inexorably potent glimpses,
elicit that selfsame response.


(1st Dec 2007)

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