Wood

Chuck U MannChuck U Mann Posts: 25
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Wood

Wild lights dance across the sky
Moment of truth as we touch
She comes easy but not without hearts playful trauma
Twisting me into uncontrollable desires
I can say she inspires
Pushing and a pulling we collapse into each other
Lost in the halt of time
Something primal, craved, unattainable
Yet we are almost there
Then my eyes are awaken by morning sun
with a soiled sheet and a desperate thirst

R.L.G.
You know you are in trouble when you start to buy your own bullshit.
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Comments

  • Bloody morning! Unleashing it's bright fury on our moonlight desires, damn it! :D
    Forget your perfect offering, there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. - Leonard Cohen
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