Hands caressing the
your supple self
warm air in-between
the solitude
the comfort
Hair blinding the
forgotten me
a moment lost
in time and from
memory
Holy thoughts like
never said before
a grant a wish
only to disappear
like a whisper
Friday, February 10, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Vermilion dreams
Scent of the greasy granite
hanging strong
on the gentle zephyr
an image of divinity
Banks of cold
water swirling yet
a sense of warmth
a river a friend
I stay on the steps
looking at the beings
utopian yet real
glad there I am.
Monday, February 06, 2006
A feeling, once again.
I sulk once again
in a new meaning ness
a silent prayer
for the thing that
is above
I gather these with hands
cupped in remorse
a salubrious feeling
a solitary note
I, myself and within
a little flame of disease
of pleasure pain
that is there for me
mine alone.
in a new meaning ness
a silent prayer
for the thing that
is above
I gather these with hands
cupped in remorse
a salubrious feeling
a solitary note
I, myself and within
a little flame of disease
of pleasure pain
that is there for me
mine alone.
Thursday, February 02, 2006
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