Saturday, March 19, 2011

USELESS WORDS

it is hard
to look down
at these fragile hands

diamond fingerprints
dust and the sparkling rain,
we drank like champagne

tangled useless words
ceiling window filled with stars
and kaleidoscope riddles

time shivers and runs dry
we've given up flowering wine
blossoming hands on
ripe thighs
somehow i can't
shake the strange echo
of your heavy sigh.

1 comment:

Nick Adams said...

TWO WEEKS AGO NOW. POST.

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