Tuesday, 15 November 2011

in all it's guises. language. a love. one of many..

on the longest day i ever knew
hope grew
with the swelling of desire
and i hung on words
with hands i knew as mine.

dirty hands
hold the cleanest of hearts
and she makes mine beat faster.

she made a man with words for wings.

all i can do is string them together.
wear them as jewels and ponder
the meaning of it all.
(and the reason why we need one.)

holding that picture
i love of you as a child
with your eyes of silent poetry
i fail to conjure the words...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

secrets in bones with whispers. puffins with winter hats. cock-eyed koalas.

Jazzy E (Hivenn) said...

SO beautiful. x hivenn

ellom said...

pure beautiful.