Wednesday, August 31, 2011

dressed


dressed

this is the day
the blind
view the moon

the night we bite
on silk peach petals

and walk hand
in hand into the fire
with the aroma

of coffee zigzagging  
around our noses
like fine art

this is the day
of the catamaran
sailing on open sea

while we laugh
at the wind fearless
of consequence

the first day we cover
our bodies with clothes

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