By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 14 December 2000

putty

i see him
sitting in the white chair he sits in
quietly
no sudden movements
just sitting
his long legs stretched out
arms resting against his sides
his hair, his curly hair unruly against his neck and forhead
skin daring it to be straight
his gentle face solid against emotion
unyielding
guarded
if i could turn my finger into a wand
and touch his face
maybe it would yield
putty
perhaps
probably not
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