Sunday, July 11, 2010

ask yourself "who'd watch for me"...

the lips are soft,
as they form patterns in the air
even as words are spoken,
the words must lay
gently upon his eyes

he blinks for a second
blinks a little longer
wonders if the burden
of her wishes is too much
to carry

on his brow

she runs a fingertip

he rests his forehead on her hands
a little
rests a little longer

soon, the world
will want them to play parts
for now, everything is just alright.

Monday, July 05, 2010

i see the angel and the devil in your heart/ i confess either one is my addiction

attempts at creating a new blog fail miserably. there are parts of this blog that dont go together, really and the control freak in me wants to revamp it all and categorise.

i will go back to looking at the sky pouring down to the sea now.