"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Avoiding The Question.

and I asked him
"do you love me?"
like shattering glass
his silken voice
drunk off sweet body carress
he said
"you're so beautiful."
stretched to run a hand
zigzagging down my exposed figure.

i cried.

- - -

This is more a memory and a fear than poetry. I know, it's a memory disguised as poetry!

I trying some new things, because Charles Bukowski is very inspiring.

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