| Author |
Message |
KQ
New Member
Joined: 08 Sep 2005
Posts: 5
|
 Posted:
Fri Sep 09, 2005 9:30 am |
  |
Watching your mouth
Open and shape,
Words come at me
Like bubbles.
And I dance around
Like a child, swiping
At the air, fingers
Snatching,
Then allowing them
To land on my hands,
Closely observing
Till they burst,
Feeling the wet snap.
Beguiled by their
Lack of duration,
Calling for more.
Your lips open and
Close and, laughingly,
I continue to skip
To the sound. |
|
|
  |
|
|
|
|
View next topic
View previous topic
You cannot post new topics in this forum
You cannot reply to topics in this forum
You cannot edit your posts in this forum
You cannot delete your posts in this forum
You cannot vote in polls in this forum
|
|
