Wednesday, March 09, 2005

it is something like rain, almost,
this not-quite love. it
sulks in a cloud, brimming with a harrumph,
a full mouth pouted into
fluted curves. it's so
pretty, this
not-quite anger
grazes water, rippling surface
tension lightly, dragonfly glitter; one
aims to blind and the other
seeks to please

both cling, holding hands
in the dark

their song

Mina at 9:58 AM