Sunday, April 15, 2012


The steam

brings my imagination out of focus

the wise glances too infinite for eyes

the moon

at the crossroad

the surging furry vision

of  Love's

pale importance

stars and the autumn moon

kissing my blood

swallowing u p the tight smooth flowers

Against the river’s

solid stance


a monument to your last words.

1 comment:

mckenzie. said...

This is kind of very haunting