Moments of thought…
Seasons direct me to the movement of your skin
Blowing through the benevolence of the weekends
As I spill into your voice
And wrap me with your smell
Seeing the seasons change like the
Paint that drips from my walls of thought
like an ocean of you and the sentences
I sought
that filter through
like a melody of rivers
when I gaze into the bodies
I swim and the one
I need and want – is you…
June 28, 2010 at 12:36 AM
hello im english