Thursday, June 30, 2005
Voyeur
The two of you erupt me- my muse
I get led to this place
by you
If I lose my words
I find you and lights
turn on
I watch.
Closely and hear
the breathing
she is a cat
I hear her giggling
and meowing with you
dripping all over
I hate the asian heat
but in the heat
the words flow with you
and you are they come
i have no inspiration
save for the two of you
static
history - none
no need for time in this place
what happened
who you were
with
without you
all of you
i will write as if void
Labels: words