The season
Songs in body versed lines,
Your skin against light,
Colored smells whisper,
Touch rhythm,
Feel.
The room within wet glasses,
Memories of future whisper,
Breath paints you,
Stand together,
See.
Autumn bleeds the grass red,
White feet naked still,
Eyes of honey,
Rain smashed,
Hear.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
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