November 27, 2010

Beds are Lonely Places

Beds are lonely places
like untouched deserts
You can roll around in one
like a slow wind
but nothing really changes
You are a dune in a black and white landscape
You are a form, a shape under a thin sheet
of moonlight
Your solitude is solid and intact
You want to destroy it, but everything is so soft
You can't
It folds and unfolds around you like oil and sand
There is nothing you can do
but wait

for a flood of phosphorescent love



The Parke Family said...

me likely

Selene said...

what textured language you do weave~ and weave so well~

KJ Ink said...

thank you, not sure why I didn't see/respond before.