Sunday, April 22, 2007

Dusk

Powder puff flowers up against an orange sky
Slight quivering on the gold palm leaves
A flash of lightening, a cuckoo's song

My back pressed against the musty wall
I smile at me and kiss myself.

posted by Bithran @ 4:27 AM 0 comments

Journey

My hair piled up in coils
Legs half crossed
Smelling in the breathless air
My lips ajar to taste the dusk

Here I go off again...

posted by Bithran @ 4:16 AM 0 comments