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

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Saturated/Ailment.

I see his
crinkling face
eyes caved in
with a smile
and warmth
saturates my bones
from the inside out
until he's gone--
then I feel
the ailment
of empty corners
and
empty hearts.
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2 comments:

  1. TaylorJanuary 18, 2011 at 6:33 AM

    You have such a gift with words. You give even the simpliest of them depth and significance and you bring them together so beautifully.

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  2. Brother OllieJanuary 23, 2011 at 7:50 PM

    JB - most excellent - keep these coming. You have so many great pieces.

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