18 March, 2007

"(i do not know what it is about you that closes and opens; only something in me understands the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."

5 comments:

sxg said...

right back at you.
oh, and also:

it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

albeo said...

why is it that we've all become obsessed with poetry these days?

Anonymous said...

by these days i take it you mean throughout our teens, onto our early adulthood and into our 30s?

yes. erm. at least i've given up writing my own. praise the lord for small mercies.

albeo said...

You shouldn't. Can't be worse than your prose.

(mhua mhua mhua - evil laughter)

FKJ said...

! ...don't tempt me to prove you wrong...