Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
WIth my arms flung about myself, and all the wish to leave alone.
Today I sat in abandon.
Making hearts in the sand with my hot finger tips
How I sat, in my September dress,
Just left of the summer, when the days grow longer and broader.
How he strummed his finely tuned guitar,Hidden in two.
All the light in his eyes and his soft warm touch
And the pads on the floorboards.
The lifelessness of your sleeping corpse