My Cliches: Clogged Arteries

bare skin on skin
strands of hair
necks backs lips
a kiss again
and then again
***
words
voiced unvoiced
spoke into the dark
written like here
unread
***
paths roads
trails steps
trudge walk
lost forests
bread crumbs
***
hunger
ravenous desire
tongue tip dipped
 in wine fruit
food a metaphor
***
in and out
of rooms
doors open
close vanish
empty spaces
****
pronouns stirred
he our you
I we she
you me no
antecedents
***
adjectives and nouns
verb the image
into the line
of the sentence
sans punctuation
***
rivers flow
like air
conversation
folding into
us all
(November 26, 2013)

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