Tuesday, October 26, 2004MeyerholtzI am happiest among the thorn and vine Tuscan tile, and earthy hue my feet, tiny dancers I twirl, the sunset bold the horizon bending, like an ear, listening for foreign words, captured in I love you's, or I owe you many a dream, my eyes shed sleep, like a snake sheds skin Medusa I want you, need... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 6:52 AM Comments (9) (permalink) |
