Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Suitcase Suite: #9

He took me 
by the hand
as I was holding my two balloons.
I followed him
into the freshness
of his room.
There he ran his fingers
over
my arm
my chest
my foot
my belly
my whole body
that broke 
into 
pieces
like a Cycladic idol
found in the sand.

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