And I love you with your crooked teeth.
And I love you with your crooked teeth.
Your hand touches mine
we turn to face each other
on the pillow
looking down
your eyes dance darkly
through your lazy bangs
watching my hands
our fingers entwine
and the corners of your mouth
turn upward just slightly
I touch your hair
black as kitten fur, and as soft
the room, cast vermillion,
gold and apple green
dappled in sunlight,
my heart is a violet sponge
we kiss lightly and breathlessly
enter the same dream.
© 2.26.08 Anthony Sell
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