Sunday, June 18, 2006

Bad poetry born of sleep deprivation

Let my heart remember
with fingertip minds.
Every detail drawn
-how you drew your words-
on this canvas skin.

All of our worlds collide in a moment.

It passes.
-nothing gained, shaken or stirred-
everything changed

Your slumber is so deep
it's contagious.


Anonymous said...

I love's really cool, "...fingertip minds" is an excellent image


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