Monday, July 20, 2009


Many times,
I've kissed lightning
without searching
for sockets

in a sunny tent,
from an open door,
on a creaky swing,
seduced by

a smoky, pine scent:
the pheromones
of patchwork

I almost died --
gasping like a
windchime in
a warm storm

devoured by
nature's stings;

yet, I can't help
but bite my own

No comments:

Post a Comment

Do share!

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...