Thursday, December 4, 2008


Firework gun-pocks
We lay inside on your
Mattress touching
In silence entwined
Entropic entangled
I wanted to hold those
Distant bursts of light in
The palm of my hand
Press them together so here
We could explode
Green and gold
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1 comment:

Pier Roberto Giannelli said...

Love your blog, love your poems. Are you still writing?