Friday, February 6, 2009

a rough sketch--a rhyme of something to come---

will you be my beautiful

fingertips express (words staircase from them
and seldom land to rest

will you be my beautiful

delight in lungs that sing
sigh signature and breath

will you be my beautiful
a signal to our death

something unfulfilled
dream of muscle and wet fields

dream of moon
will you be my beautiful

words left upon the rail
teeter totter sign and sand

i'll leave it there
gripping life
strife standing on a hand
 


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