Friday, July 10, 2009

or free.



bright eyes. easy/lucky/free.

dot.

like music.
stirring every sense
in my body,
swaying gently to every note.

Would your touch do as much?
My mind wanders;
Like many hands and fingers,
lightly along every inch of me.

Sunday, July 5, 2009

navigator

follow me into the sea,
the only place we can be,
in the depths floating everfree.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

choked

sever the ties.
They break us.
The once binding fibers that brought us together,
grow ever tigher around our necks.