Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Dry

Cloaking dust
you land like
sweet silk shrouds
upon my
aching shoulders

Light as death
carry me
star-bound
on high
and release

1 comment:

boudica of suburbia said...

It's not like I *ever* update it. But I like having it here. Just in case I need to write any more crap "poetry".

xx