Sunday, January 18, 2009

I'm a putz. Sentimental and overly romantic.

My breath
crystallizes like rime
on the silhouette of her body,

the curve of her waist
the shadow of her clavicle

each frozen, delicate, in my mind -
a memory, shimmering.

They melt, fluid... into

fine straps falling from a shoulder
gliding down to her belly,
just an instant
at the hip

before puddling to the floor at her bare feet,
a pool of green satin
she tip-toes out of
before I can wade in.


  1. Is it warm in here, or is it just me?

  2. Freaking great! I guess I have the answer to my question on the above post.

    Do you know Shay who comments on my stuf? Fireblossom? She writes incredible poetry. And if I were single I just might have to snap her up.

  3. Beautiful, Erin. It is. Nice job, mt friend. And dito on the love, you know. Romantic, sappy, or what was it? Alright now I;m back. Sentimental yes. And beautiful.

  4. oh. I must mention the ending

    "she tip-toes out of
    before I can wade in."

    layers of depth.