4/3/12

April 3

Bubbles
subtle
slide

An ache
sometimes deep
swims to hide

and I
atop my pile
find a way
fizzing, fuzzy, floating
sand between my toes
and
orange blossoms in my nose
my hand,
my heart,
my love,
my life-
I glide and slide
like melting ice.

Sky and stars
moonlight glow
air rushing past
then slow,
s l o w.

From underneath a presence breathes
punching out from in,
A cloud
a fog
a shadow seethes
watching, waiting
sin.

No comments:

Post a Comment