Wednesday, August 27, 2008

fleeting days of honey...

sticky, like the aftermath of
swollen fruit
the hours run closer
my eyes blink

leaves turn

an invite to be sound
really try to sensualize
the rain
sip a moment that cannot
be avoided

organic.

a smile that's real
pulls from the heart
slow, but risky
and feels so good

you flex like a breeze

contributing to
decomposition

one side of me surrenders
but
i still want to be a wild flower