Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Close


A rose in a book of poems
soft and flat from the pressure
“umm” said she as the pages
turn and stir
the air with

grapefruit-scented

black chantilly
and pomegranate-flavored
lips whisper secrets
through the sleepy light of
a make-believe sun that shines


on this make-believe world

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love this.

Anonymous said...

I LOVE THIS!