Σάββατο, 14 Απριλίου 2012

Growing Arrows.



Not all of this can be bad.

There must be a switch, somewhere
A little push on the soft side
A little pressure on a seam
And it will flow
As imagined
Finally unrestrained
A thick river of whispers
That make the skin quake
A pilgrim mass of moans
That bite their wishes
By every sinking scream.

Not all of it can be bad.

The pain will be momentary
Before the flood takes reconsideration
Down, where no bottom is home
For anything but more hunger.

It can't be all bad.

3 σχόλια:

  1. althought not all of it can be good!
    στην εικόνα θα μπορούσες να είσαι εσύ
    είμαι σίγουρη πλέον ότι μπορείς να βγάλεις φωτιές από το στόμα!!!
    Χρόνια πολλά :)

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