Wednesday, May 28, 2008

Satan's Dulia

You.
Feel the ocean on my lips,
Disturb the trouble in my grips.
Under the big wet sky...

We.
Never felt the world move on,
Kissed away the incubus.
In the corner of my eye...

There.
See the hole we never dug,
The dust we bothered not to rub.
Until the water was dry..

2 comments:

Unknown said...

I don't get it - but good job little girl!

Christine said...

YAY!