Rearranging the Molecules
I sit at my desk
inside a glitter globe
someone shakes it
thank you
Sparks of light spin around me
whispering secrets
while I sit
and write
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I sit at my desk
inside a glitter globe
someone shakes it
thank you
Sparks of light spin around me
whispering secrets
while I sit
and write
July 25th, 2011 at 6:37 pm
Reminds me of Dylan Thomas and his writing for lovers who only made love and had no time for reading poetry.
December 5th, 2011 at 10:32 pm
Oh, Jewell. Wowza. Your best reply ever.
“I never get enough, I never get enough, of the love I’m hungry for.”
Read it or Live it?