Clear skies and cold air
Winter pours in through every crack
Left by the leafless trees
Crosshatch shadows in moonlight glow
Show pieces to the puzzle
Colors and words
Spirals and arms
Blur and crawl before tires eyes
Saunter to and meander fro
Making their paths here and there
While cold sheets invite naked skin
To make them comfortable later
Before saline streams
Break from the cracks and frown
Missing parts and lost directions
Leave this creation incomplete
Painted pictures provide a proof of
Existence only within the imagination
But then there she is
Welcoming a broken soul
To heal within these fleshy comforts
Believing the real and forgoing the dreams
Giving life to what can be
What would be made
Without the guide to show
A craft not hammered on an anvil
Or fired to boil
Yet molded in a more gentle way
As she traces these lines
Hands that whisper
With a gentle touch
Of happier days gone by
This section is all but abandoned. I haven't the energy nor the want to be creative right now.
I just want some... rest.
COMMENTS
But ... Your jubblies are firing bullets, man!
Barbarella?? LOL
You know, I know you know that I understand exactly what you're saying.
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Joli
06:03 Nov 28 2011
I can picture this and feel it. It's beautiful, birra. Like you.
birra
06:08 Nov 28 2011
Like my boobie guns?