Sep 05, 2008 14:21
A crooked smile
My clothes smell like today's dogs
My Shaggy Boy laughs
Again I waken
And through myopic focus
I see him beaming
Hot breath assaults skin
And under perfect azure skies
I dream of thunder.
I could write haikus all day. Instead, I am going to continue working on my thesis proposal.
Sarah
writer's block,
moments