Thursday, 29 October 2009
feathers licked smooth. willing the sinking soaking immersion into the rhapsodic tapestry of wideawakedreaming. your mouth tastes like a garden in full bloom. vibrant sunkissed tones. fresh & earthy. i am all corners and curves. stand here long enough and the moon will work her magic and the tide will touch our toes. wash our unapologetic feet clean. sand will shift. footprints will deepen. stars seared on flesh. miniscule grains sift from top to bottom measuring time. fossilised skeletal hands fused together encased in glass for curious eyes. nothing dies. apart from memory.
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