at her core
empty
a wanton container
image-filled
the taste of words
the lingering scent
of the transient contained
by her embrace
reluctant to loose from possession
to spill what was heaped
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
[ . . . . .]
not knowing who
is the “you”
in dark moments thinking
there is no you
a new moon night
and the mirror unreflective
draws a blank
attention skitters
harried into brownian movement
broached by what cannot be
my Double unsung
embraces me
is the “you”
in dark moments thinking
there is no you
a new moon night
and the mirror unreflective
draws a blank
attention skitters
harried into brownian movement
broached by what cannot be
my Double unsung
embraces me
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