Monday 19 October 2015

A little star

baby on a swing
It was only an instant.
A moment devoid of time.
The quality of the air changed.
Suddenly.
It got weirdly warm.
An intimate warm,
of kind and wet entrails
that made him blush.
And she became round and shiny.
As if the jail of her ribs
held a little star.

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