Post by luceluna on May 12, 2002 21:46:55 GMT -5
(i'm writing again...for better or (probably) worse...)
Distance
Curled around the dark, luminescent pools of your eyes,
Ingesting sleep and ribbons of valleys,
I see you,
Still in a hollow of depth and gothic heat.
As flushes of salmon strain their bonds,
I call, plaintive as the owl
Burrowing from light.
Distance
Curled around the dark, luminescent pools of your eyes,
Ingesting sleep and ribbons of valleys,
I see you,
Still in a hollow of depth and gothic heat.
As flushes of salmon strain their bonds,
I call, plaintive as the owl
Burrowing from light.