I have been trying to write this morning and I am already on a form of writer's block. ugh. Trying to write some poetry for Line Zero (linezero.org). It isn't going so well, but here's a piece for you anyway
Small People (Unfinished)
She had small hands
Small hands and long fingers
And a crooked smile
He had small hands too
With fingernails bitten down from his crooked teeth
Their hands fit perfectly in each others,
Elbows knocking as they walked
Her large eyes graced him
Noted ever piece of clothing outside
And every curve of his body beneath
Every place her small hands would search in the dark
and he knew every curve of flesh that his lips would crease
causing gasps of air
and the heat to surface from their bodies
to be continued...
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