Thursday, December 23, 2004The MythI’m seared, dirtied By hands, mouths Devouring Ingesting me from Root to stem The burn of Yearning, a flame Your obsession Mesmerizing So I’m a moth Dancing along Your fabric hem The light Thrusting deeply Into shadows The sigh Melancholy Stirring like Graveyard ghost With gossip And whispers Of... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 10:56 AM Comments (8) (permalink) |
