Tuesday, May 12, 2009

sometimes a girl just needs her mind blown

you taste like 
what i imagine i would taste like.
shutter pushed/pulled to catch
floating light, suspended bits of mood 
blossoms 
dam broken, river free at last.
oh yes, this is how it can be!
embrace an estranged feeling 
estranged knowledge always there buried,
yet emerging only when spring comes.
your compass points right at me
brought wind from the north sowing seeds,
warmth from the south whispering to grow
east and west merge here
with the common leaves of our stems.
click click click
fire lit beneath my slight demure
arms flung outstretched
heart open as petals bloom and are eaten.
damn.
how did you know my snow needed melting?
that rhythm like a sine wave could have lifted the city.
instead, this is my spring.
you taste like
what i imagine i would taste like...
may the flowers bloom pink and white
may the rain still come.

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