Finger Painting
 
11.6.2009

You had need
so I gave to the donation boxxx
I sacrificed personal victory to paint you in strokes,
brushing your body with my fingers.

Grazing on me, my face is in your hands, and you are
molding cake-dried clay:
But I am pliable and I am consensual.
Pull the wind across my lips
and the stone from within.

You had need and I met you half-way,
to find the deepest appreciation in a moments' roaming touch
with no need
for a goodbye kiss.

By blackballoon

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