Saturday, January 8, 2011

Red Rash On Outer Ear

Out you .- For Melba





















For
out of you I have not
center and overflowed me searching for meaning
a north tell me
I'm free as the wind
is not so free, free
like butterflies
that seem to us so

Because
overflowed me thinking you
close my eyes
and stay within my reach
to my taste and my hands
and would be
the edges of your shirt
touching your skin craved.

And the wind threw my waist
to
me rub your hands dreamed
sending emissaries
you whisper my pain.

Come
says my soul in love
I wait here
sitting at the window
hopes and dreams embroidering
on a reel of Penelope in her eternal hopes.

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Note: The image was taken from the Internet.

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