sinew stretches silently
deep ache
waiting with intent
inhaling icicles
watch wooded whispers
deft stare
sleeping strangely
breathe; stop
desolation drips downward
collar upright
stumbling in cushions
pummeling dust
rays raze relentlessly
burning ice
flesh incinerating
in metaphors
Monday, March 09, 2009
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