from my keyboard.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

vodka nights.

move
slide your body along mine
like snakes.
you can hiss...with your sweet fangs
in my neck.and i will kiss back.
back,neck,thighs.
i keep silent but
you speak whispers and sighs.
i could stay this way through the night.
you could stay this way forever.
oh miss venom...your poison is sweet.
i could drink it like wine.

sunday dawns.

imagine a cold sunday morning.with dew on your head.and you sniffle.the air feels like ice.your pullover struggles to keep you warm.your feet leaves soft footprints on the sand.the beach is empty on cold sundays.the sun, not yet entirely up, does not smile.you see waves push and pull in the comforting darkness of dawn.waves like history.alarming in their repetetiveness.yet disalarming in their repetetiveness.your ears numb themselves to the splash of these waves.as you walk home, heart heavy, imagine yourself sinking into the sand...