Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Cold

Behold me
when your lips
are pink butterfly wings
that have forgotten
fluttering:
an ice cube
floating,
soon melting
in a calm sea
contained in a cup.

 (Published, Dapitan Vol. 1 No. 2, 2005)
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