 |
You ask me how I view this world, your presence deafening, sun perched and simpering on shoulder, In the eavesdrop magnolia breeze your hands reach in..
|
 |
Tell me,If only by threadthen by threadstell meI'll wade beside your wishI'll crawl into the prayerI'll walk through nightif by a single wordbeside yo..
|
 |
Is this enoughto love what comes in shards and fragmentsEnough to spare our open woundsIs it enoughthese words before the light of summer grows coldTh..
|
 |
If I could leave this secondturn and walk away, all thingsclean, returned to unbruised memoryI wouldn’tBetter the sun with its planbetter the ra..
|
 |
It is hereon this rooftop I belongwith my piranhatrail of despondent cloudsFamiliar as family, once perhapsfamiliar as the rope around my neckIt is he..
|
 |
All of it,sudden, goneNo Red Sea Horn of AfricaNo castanets fandango or sitting beneaththe Pisa shades of our white shelled Sycamore.It is over,all of..
|
 |
“ I was born for this”, she angles, her hair tangling with reflections of street lights and white shadows, the background that finds uspoo..
|
 |
I slid into the back seatan occupanttattoos with red hair steering in front of methe sound of a gracious voice and a swift helloa recent smell of a ci..
|
 |
Silence in every soundmy tired hands tremblethere is only this dim last hour here with methis last passage read in ragethis world, this world,This wor..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This