Friday, January 23, 2009

2 days


Widow

That word

S

I

N

K

S

some days

And makes me feel spider slick

I want to be your palm

Smooth

Pink

Skin

Acutely aware

Of surging waves

I pull back inside

Clam up

Willingly become caught by the cat

Confusion is by-product of such business

Mixed up

Tangled

Both able and helpless

Both un- and attached

Pulled and repelled

Simultaneous

Both sides of the coin

Electric

Careful hands

Play with fire

Cold hands

Warm heart

Loud heart

Quiet lips

Do something

impulse
calculate

Let go

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