Tuesday
May272008
untitled
just a puff
a whisper
the flick of a feather
across the neck
not much
and though the act
takes no more
effort than a blink
it lingers
moments
hours
days
add a touch
a word
and it sings
through the soul
Lines
Tuesday, 27. May 2008 - 21:30Thursday
Oct182007
ice
i was a puddle
just yesterday in fact
it was cold and empty though
shaking in the dark
fading into the shadows
rocking as a wave
so i decided
to be a block of ice
