Le Ciel est Couvert

Floating over February, sky gray like a cemetary, clouds are thick enough to bury bodies made from summer lovers (formerly buried by covers – now asleep in arms of others dreaming to the hum of fans, not feeling him run his hands over that soft smooth still expanse which used to bend to my demands), I think.

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~ by perfectionatrix on February 18, 2010.

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