Juicy,
dripping lips,
fingertips covered with words and horsehair.
This is how I spend my seasons:
blood stains,
blond strands,
sleep,
more words,
another horse.
And turn a new term -
sleepless.
Can’t find the right words;
found the right horse.
Now I know more about an abstract concept -
love. She has shown me without words.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
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