“In your light I learn how to love.
In your beauty, how to make poems.
You dance inside my chest
where no-one sees you, but
sometimes I do, and
that sight becomes this art.”
― Rumi

Monday, October 08, 2007

snippets

dusk descends
shadows spread like inkblots
under my coffee table

long journey home
my car curls up in the drive
- a tired puppy

washing up after a party
little smileys of lipstick
on the coffee mugs
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