I am breakfast
Squeeze me like an orange
Let my sticky, sweet juice
Run between your fingers.
Your nipples wink at me
In that summer dress.
You are an origami crown,
I hold you to the sky in wonder.
We were children folding days
With deep creases in summer,
Naked in that precise heat.
I wear you always.
We are bodies, liquid, bruised by love
On the handrails of the river.
Devoted exclusively to the creative process. Here you will see photojournaling, poetry, prose, an occasional review--journaling or philosophical writing can be found on our other blogs. This is our attempt to use our imaginations. Enjoy!
Saturday, August 05, 2006
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4 comments:
let go the handrails...lovely!
as always smart and neat and so nice to be able to read.
welcome Russell.
Inkblot - Let go and we are free! Thanks inkblot, glad you liked it.
CJ - Thanks for all the great words! It is great to share this blog with you; as I get time i hope to post a lot more here.
Damn this is good.
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