Friday, November 30, 2007

please speak to me, in frequencies, that only I can understand
and I’ll too touch you, in color, with not words, but with my hands.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

The shivers in my bones ensure my heart is always beating
Like platoons of steel horse drums, I’m always me– never forgetting.
And when the tucks of bed do find me each to every night till morning
I can feel safe inside myself, in times when love has not yet found me.