Sunday, November 05, 2006

::: GARDEN

Ode to Your Exile⎯

Long after a foot
catches your behind,
little sparrows gather
there, softening your center.

Your wax lips are just beautiful⎯
pursed, perpetual
So beautiful, perused,
and pleasing.

good luck

2 comments:

Pedestrian_James said...

"You are what you love. Not what loves you." Charlie Kaufman

thomas kovacich said...

View Charles Kaufman