Friday, August 18, 2006
melt
falling through is to enter into
the translucent skin
of the lost and little
taken but not loved
awaken but not moved
ruptured
the membrane between us
failed
entered
my watchful eye
had no place there
yet
i stayed
inside
tell it
that is forgotten
on the green
green hilltop
we sway to listen
hand in hand
smiles lost and little fading
as the dead light of noon
melts our waxy tongues
# posted by kachen : 10:12 AM
