| Vapour vents visibly, verdant vegetation vanish, winds whip wildly, wills waver wistfully. |
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
Monday, 19 October 2009
Tides
| The moon that is your sweet, round face I behold as you hold my stare. The gravity of our embrace locks us in this quasi affair. |
Friday, 16 October 2009
Rybky
| As my lips touch the base of your frail dorsal fin my hands kiss every scale of your luminous tail. I watch you swim away I ache to taste your skin I sink back in the dark I deny I'm half-shark. | ![]() |
Monday, 28 September 2009
Wednesday, 12 August 2009
Four-leaf Clover
| Perchance I have found you where one would not expect such rare beauty and soul amongst the dead and wrecked. | ![]() |
Friday, 7 August 2009
Deaf
![]() | My eardrums burst each quiet night pierced by this silent scream of fright that echoes in my hollow heart emptied by the time we're apart. |
Mucha
| The scorched orbs in my head throb like dams threatening to burst with sweet nectar and dead flies that died of heavenly thirst. It was their own fault to dive in this sticky pool headfirst too well the consequences they knew made it all the worse. |
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