Tuesday, November 6, 2007

September 11th, 2007


hiding below the soft folds of skin
blue orbs
brush my cheeks
spiders tiptoe across
my lashes
colors wind around spirals
and eyes flicker in the darkness

flutter open
and adjust
a window with a crystal
spinning in the middle
the sun shines through

stretch and stand
movement in my legs
and I glide to the tiled box
where heaven
comes down

softness on warm skin
and a splash of cool water
carry me
out the door
and into reality

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