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Indian Paintbrush

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Like the cat who sleeps

on my bed, you lie curled
in the warmth my body left.

You linger in my hair, in my
perfume. The covers keep
your rare orchid in memory.

The bed breathes
when I’m not in it, waiting
like silver water for me.

I’ll slip in again, to rouse
your purring belly with the
sun-stone of my hand.

Indian Paintbrush was last modified: December 26th, 2014 by Maria Costello

2 Responses to "Indian Paintbrush"

  1. Andrew J. Sacks  Monday, March 11, 2013 at 20:05

    Maria, lovely and fine work. Thank you.

  2. Maria Costello  Thursday, March 14, 2013 at 22:16

    Thank you for your feedback, Andrew! It means a lot to me. 🙂


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