Gold Sporks
Monday, May 12, 2014
Safely Shattered
Ice, cold and tingle,
like mint that settles on my skin.
A plunge from a sudden drop into an embrace
so soft; I am fragile, like glass.
Sweet honey-laden breath mingles with mine,
and burns across my lips.
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