Thursday, September 29, 2005

Untitled

the black
luminesce
draws
to a
close
heat

a smile
glances
sweet

open
I can
still
smell
you
surround
me

2 comments:

Quitmoanez said...

Cool.

You're right, this is more of a spoken piece.

J C said...

This must be about having a constant flow of house guests!