Sunday, September 26
"untitled"
guitars who scratch
and the softness of imagination
a blue rumble above the trees
an avalanche of clouds
in images, not words ..
& I scratch your skin
with a wild smell, a tense kiss,
a green light, a sharp wordless pause in the night
by the water that allows my spirit to breathe
and yearn for more- images
not words
guitars who scratch
and the softness of imagination
a blue rumble above the trees
an avalanche of clouds
in images, not words ..
& I scratch your skin
with a wild smell, a tense kiss,
a green light, a sharp wordless pause in the night
by the water that allows my spirit to breathe
and yearn for more- images
not words
