Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Your mouth is a soft opening, sheets of silk upon your tongue. Nothing sharp falls out of there. You are soft when you speak and softer still when you kiss.
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I didn't realize until just recently how much I enjoy the word soft. Is that strange?