Wednesday, 30 March 2016

a dance. the moon in moderation. moving blood and tides. the choice isn't yours to make. but maybe i'll love you sideways. "show me", i said. and you did. breathe real slow. say not a word. piece by piece i'll build you. sing you clear as day. i'm crawling walls you don't see. blood red fingers. bruised knees. circle me with your five senses and then some. and break all over me.

2 comments:

♥ tinyWOOLF ♥ said...

this morning, i am taking a dose of your writing and i've just wondered; how'd it be reading the words from paper, rather than from a silver screen?
good day to you today, cloud gathering. n♥

cloudgathererholdmedown said...

happy spring ms woolf and thank you for visiting!

hmmmm I imagine it would be like holding an x-ray in your hands...