Sunday, 20 November 2011

i woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. broke the skin of dreams embroidered with hair onto this quilt covering my body. my body with it's heart that waxes and wanes with the moon and contemplates the notion of home. the kind built of bricks and memories with floorboards that always seem to breathe flowers through their dark gaps. growing wild under foot i braid them around your face as i imagine it in the rain as you sail these winter seas with arrows strapped across your back.

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

smokin' hot .....

alvaro barcala said...

reading you is always an intense and revealing trip through words.

Thanks for those recommendations. I didn´t know those artists, I like their soft and wit concepts. Hope you are doing well, although judging by your poems it looks like you are living a nice time of your life. Hugs.

demie said...

your writing creates atmosphere...
and thats what good writing does : )
thank you

Anonymous said...

alwayS nice to come Hear And finD such wonderful new words to read...

Elisheva said...

So completely rich with love love and aliveness

Beautiful x E

ellom said...

Thanks back to you (!) Really glad I discovered your beautiful writing, and world.

brian said...

2diefor

Crafty Green Poet said...

beautifully written