Let’s repeat an exercise from childhood. Lie on this blanket of paper,arms and legs splayed as you stareat the speckled stars on the ceiling,the caress of my pencil against your skinbringing me closeenough to read the wordsengraved on the silver bandhugging your wrist. This is childhood in essence,where exploration meansseeking hands, wideningeyes, stretching limbs. You […]
via Artless Man – Poetry by Diane Callahan — Vita Brevis Press
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