artistree
May 21, 2008 15:27
Like skin on bone,
elegance in the summertime.
Rivulets, rivers, canals of uncertainty.
An earthquake to open,
a shiver to shut.
Ink smooth to paper,
fingers ghost against skin.
Lips pressed to temples full of thoughts.
Indecision, repercussions, lust.
I am awake, I am alone, yet I am alive.
nonsense