Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Close ★★

Never one to extend himself,
he stands three steps behind perfection
resisting any attempt I make
to polish his edges,
to revoke the artist's hand.
He builds me up,
wears me out,
and with a devil's grin
he wraps me in his arms
presses my face against his body
and pulls me into him.

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