Whisper

Friday, October 10, 2008
Whisper

And I picked that scab again
I'll bend this body to fit you
Dusty sunlight across such pale flesh
But you know there's only so much to tell...
This restless wonderment that consumes
Breath on my neck, visions in the dark
with hands and foreheads pressed
I cant help but wonder if you see it
kaleidoscopic feeling
in the quiet of your arms