Sunday, 1 May 2011

Lerk



Lerk slithers
          she is the air 
                moving through the creases of tight clothing, 
                      flattening and changing shape after you've moved. 
She is the 
      whispers
            across the tiny hairs that cover your eardrums.  

Synonymous with
      cool metal sliding across your skin,  
                 rippling impossibly,  
                             with a smoothness that keeps you still.

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