We twirl, we turn
I want to revel in your brilliancy,
Marvel at what you’re made of.
Relish your smiles
Your actions.
However rash, spontaneous, meaningless even
I want them directed to me.
My selfish desires, for your wordly attention.
You twirl, you turn, yet -
Round and round We go.
Merry-go-round, whispers of wind
Rushing past my gentle ear.
We hold still; structured,
Protected by your strong embrace,
I let go and we twirl, we turn…
Is there any stopping?
No, I’d not wish for this to end.
My reflexes pause, hold, still
Yearning for continuation.
Clasp my hands tight with reassurance
And your sheer determination, that
We will go on.
Posted September 20, 2009 at 1:15am
you’re my poet
A: the seasons have changed, and so have we…
D: but seasons come by cycles, and so would spring.
Posted August 9, 2009 at 10:28am
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“Would you explore with me?”
“For you a thousand miles deep, a thousand miles high, a thousand miles wide, I would.”
Posted August 9, 2009 at 12:37am
Pretend every slot machine is a robot
Amputee waving hello
The people stare into their eyes
And they feed them little bribes
And then they go
Posted August 1, 2009 at 11:05am
Children needed to be surrounded by confident people. They were like little flames that caught hold of anything unfixed, anything carelessly disposed, and burned it up.
— from the book Arlington Park, by Rachel Cusk.
Posted July 28, 2009 at 11:27pm
