Friday, June 10, 2005

Cloud Ridden

Riddled
by the soft angles
of your angry face
and the hazy cloud
that clout
the bright questions
of your queen eyes,
I rest,
unresolved,
in my dream
Cradled by the cream
and feathered wisps
of your clever winds,
Gently rocking
my quiet ruckus

-russ-

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Posted by inktrip at 11:58 AM

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