nov 2010

Crystal clear baby blue noise
Fireflies burning tiny holes in my caloused feet
As she touches and radiates
Maybe moreor nothing at all
Furnishing my insides
with permanent aniques
Polishing dull surfaces...
And the voices fade--
Dispurse in endless silver,
Quietly moaning in remeniscence of
love lost.

Scared children-- they stand aside pretentiously loud.