Slip

If you slip

wearing that black

a slip under

satin against soft smooth

A slip thru a curtain

silky sheets

slip thru a net

down below

Were you wet?

slippery at the time?

Under the ground

deeper and deeper

You slip

and fade

into the shadows

under the earth

under your slip

You slip away

you hear secrets

a whisper

of warm breath

in your right ear

than left

a whisper

a slip of the tongue

and then you wonder...

Am I slipping...

or is this just a dream?

a climb?

not slip...

but a climb....

© 1997 David Greg Harth

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