the falling
you stepped out and out
of the entangled world
of strangers
and
with all fours,
(hands and feet)
at point
blank range
shot me dead
centre
in the eye
of your
grazing
stare..
lust and desire
was made on
a bed
named
“home away
from home”.
i go backwards
in fast forward
with more
memories
of this near
miss
.. full of colour and light.
now
i take my heart in my hand
bring
water in my mouth
shake seeds from
my locks
into
the garden soil
of my own
memorial
dedicated
to my own fall
fall..
December 16th, 2009 at 6:23 pm
very nice!
“shake seeds from
my locks
into
the garden soil”
love that part….
December 16th, 2009 at 11:19 pm
that’s beautiful!
December 17th, 2009 at 6:21 pm
i take my heart in my hand
bring
water in my mouth
shake seeds from
my locks
into
the garden soil
of my own
memorial
dedicated
to my own fall
fall.