Thursday, July 15, 2010

Crave me together

Desire with no where to go, festering inside these organs that just sit here, doing nothing. Movement amongst the silence, taking upon the qualities of madness, for my lover, 3000 miles away, is fading from my physical memory. I am ready. Take me. But don't leave. I will fall apart.

Creation

Temple

Love

sacrifice

joy

money
debt
doubling
dying
finding

exacting
cutting
looking
feeling
tension
hands
fingertips upon writing me into poetry

gaze always follow from the male's eye

follow follow

find
is
another
word
for
dis(cover)
me

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Grasp

Our bodies stayed silent, while our hands said everything.