she ate pastry from my fingertips
watching me
wanting
like a small man
pacing pecking tasting the air
my lips tilted
upward and light
like a feather-feeling
sunshine shifted across her glossy back
warming my chest
deep into the hollow there
I could have caught her shadow with my sugared hands
but I thought it nicer to lock with her
to share a sharp black gaze
and be thankful for the company
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
In other countries individuals go to jail and/or die for weblogging. While the bulk of this country makes the internet an extention of T.V.
Scripting the desires that are soul deep
poetry that speaks to you
The Poetry Monarch.
Life, death, and everything in between
Texas Outlaw Poet
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Silver Poetry 
Love the verse and image.
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