Friday, May 13, 2011

small stone #2

Eyes and skies a fuzzy crystal blue.
A sunlit shouldered sensation
and smirking hips and lips
without vibration

a scorched summer driveway in heat
all to my bare feet,
not a single regret.


just fingers-full of rings
and things and cigarette.
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  1. Judith C EvansMay 14, 2011 at 10:45 AM

    Beautiful small stone. Love the "scorched summer driveway" description.

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  2. bttrflyscarMay 14, 2011 at 11:27 AM

    thanks Judith! :)

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  3. AnonymousMay 21, 2011 at 2:07 PM

    I enjoyed this read a lot. I can't seem to find the word to describe it but it surely touched me, thank you :)
    have fun at the rally!

    http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/05/21/in-the-land-of-pretense/

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