Monday, March 17, 2008

in a while

broken promises
life evolves around a phone
absent caresses
sheetless bed; chilled to the bone

spaced, deranged
pale and gay as smoke
unseen motion
walk of a drunkard’s memory

1 seeds:

RK Boo said...

Let my touch soothe the bleeding wounds in your heart...picking you up from the emptiness of space...holding your hand gently as we walk through a cool lovers' mist...