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Poetry

Hot and Cold

You step in.

  There’s darkness.

You put your hand in my wet, curly, hair.

   It’s an organized mess.

You breathe you miss me.

            It’s not enough.

Your body kisses me.

            It’s a pinned up lust.

You don’t care about reality.

                It’s just something more to remember.

You say few words.

       We turn December.

 Copyright © 2012 Nichelle Calhoun

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Introspective, Reflective, A Set of Paradoxes, Musical, Creative, and Curious.

Discussion

3 thoughts on “Hot and Cold

  1. Your words are plain, yet delicate

    Posted by gladiuspoeticus | July 5, 2012, 1:52 am
  2. your writing as a subtle depth; well done.

    Posted by StacyMichelle | July 7, 2012, 10:15 am
  3. Thank you so much guys. Just writing as I see it.

    Posted by New World Nubian | July 12, 2012, 6:51 am

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