Monday, April 21, 2014


This place is familiar
like the flesh on my arm
run over the bone
flush under with blood

This smell is intimate
like the sheets on my bed
worn with night bodies
warm like my home

This sight is precious
like the family cottage
sweet with relief
arrival after long road

This sound is pleasure
like hymns by choir
pulsing with heartbeat
slowed by the moon

Copyright 2014 Femme Malheureuse
@ApparatusMag #NaPoMo 2014 Prompt 21
Graphic: jrparaguaya via Flickr

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