Friday, February 17, 2006

Untitled

I

Piece by piece
the strands snap and we're left to
spiral
out of control
hurtling
destination unknown.

The Shackles
are removed, but an
anchor is
desperately
needed

on the deck
to stop us from drifting
where the waters are
deepest

II

four letters
three words

III

there was a time today where I felt like crawling inside my skin, rooting out

the endless

need

for someone to be near me
touching
just that simple thing:

touching my skin

and then it passed.
just
like
that

IV

too few words to say how I feel
not enough time to show it

1 comment:

purplesime said...

Inspired by this post I decided to pen my own thoughts on that crazy little thing called love.

purplesimon out...