Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Recovery



We poison ourselves far too readily

in the name of relaxation or revelry.
__________________________

The internal world

is changing.

Overdue

and a necessary need

it falls into place

like intersecting lines

forming

sacred geometry.
_______________

Red Dress
Your red dress

made me dream.

In your arms,

held close

its hard to believe

how long its been.

Our skin oozing

the sweet relief

we have partaken

among friends

on such a hot

summer day.





No comments: