Thursday, April 12, 2012

i want
not the wings of angels
i don't want 
to walk anymore
my feet are
the colour of my path
the earth
does not tempt my
feet any more

i want
the days of water
of rain
tearing through my skin
seeking blood

i want
the flight 
of the wind above 
a monsoon sky

i want
wings

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

sex

nina said...

okay, anon.