Dec 8, 2002
Dec 8, 2002
Such a wide yawn.
You have stars caught
between your teeth.
I ache to pick them out
with searching, hungry lips
like pips
from fresh-peeled fruit
sweet and cool in midnight air.
And the moon is
tangled in your hair
© 4/99, Meg Pickard
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