Sandcastle

Posted on February 21, 2012 by Andrew Kreider

Lying in the moon
we listen to our breathing
as your fingers trace
the graceful curve of my breast
rising and falling – for you.
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About Andrew Kreider

I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.

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  1. Sharp Little Pencil | March 5, 2012 at 4:24 am

    Andrew, this was so short I overlooked it. What a beautiful poem, the imagined moment of a perfect coupling. And the breath, "rising and falling – for you," as if it's not only the exhalation, but the actual falling in love.Sublime. Peace, Amyhttp://sharplittlepencil.com/2012/03/02/twofer-six-wd-sat-and-carnegie-hall/

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