first kiss
i put on your
brown and black argyle sweater
eventhough it's glossed
with misty raindrops
and all that body/fluid that comes out during a really good cry.
when i step
damp leaves crinkle beneath my feet
(i didn't think they could do that).
you stand next to me
and breathe
oregon night while i inhale
the scent of mansoap and nicotine.
2 comments:
love the images youve managaed to bring out
cool..
and i like the poem-phot idea alot..
nice
Thanks for your comments.
I need to get back to writing more photo-poems. They are a lot of fun. Unfortunately, I haven't taken any pictures in awhile.
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