For the Sake of Sounding « Title-less «
because today feels random
I need poetry today,
sex and wild onions beneath
the precise blue of
breathless summer skies,
and death.
I need cold potato soup,
skinned knees and coffee
with a stranger's hand
up my denim skirt,
and beauty.
I need bruised apples,
dirty laundry and the
symphony of a million
stars gently dying,
and you.
sex and wild onions beneath
the precise blue of
breathless summer skies,
and death.
I need cold potato soup,
skinned knees and coffee
with a stranger's hand
up my denim skirt,
and beauty.
I need bruised apples,
dirty laundry and the
symphony of a million
stars gently dying,
and you.
Tracey on June 20 2008 edit · delete Pain-pleasure-stink-beauty-life-love-death. So much is conveyed here concisely, memorably. I've reread this over and over again, and I love it.
Mosquitobyte on June 20 2008 edit · delete Dang! Woman, this is superb! It certainly works for this stranger.
:D
Mos.
Amanda Baker on June 23 2008 edit · delete Tracey...Thank you so very much. Being a woman, I am sure you understand those days where you just need to feel...something.
Skeeter...Muah
Stephan...of course it's so very me, would you expect anything different?
