Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Just a random bit of poetry

I twisted your neck
so that your head would fit on your shoulders

no one can tell the difference
red and white wine is called Roseau


as I climbed on your back I heard something snap
and reminded myself that it was you.

I rotate in your light
break down in the gaze of your summer eyes
warm up in the gentle sea breeze
and become ice cream
melting and melting again
with love.

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