Poetry spam
Nov. 15th, 2004 06:12 pmPhilolgy
Only the lines of others
tumble though my mind, making me
long for the taste of words,
their bright flashes of flavor,
sensory alcohol to lull my soul
to passionate awakeness,
wanting so badly
the caress of language,
my fickle lover who leaves
longingly in the night,
scattering reminders across the sky
Only the lines of others
tumble though my mind, making me
long for the taste of words,
their bright flashes of flavor,
sensory alcohol to lull my soul
to passionate awakeness,
wanting so badly
the caress of language,
my fickle lover who leaves
longingly in the night,
scattering reminders across the sky