wispers like fire

2009-07-23 | 11:01 p.m.


When I lie in bed I am a pond.

Cold, Stagnant
I teem with Life
deep in my darkest
without surfacing

He is the Wind, the Rain, the Trees

Disturbances slight thru
rustles and heavy breathing
rippling my surface,
i feel myself ebb
at the corners of my bed

i want to seep through
these sheets to fresh water

He is the Dirt, the Grass, the Rocks

holding me down not with hands

but geography