I guess I wrote another poem
Nov. 12th, 2011 11:01 pmp.s. I know it is not Sunday today but it made a better title
slow sunday prose
I fall in love with
narrative
and tone
when
a story is not just a story but
a window; watching
other people’s lives like
falling
leaves
and
blasphemies
and
the smell of skin under glass
I like to live vicarious
deep-ocean feelings
then shelve them when I’m full and brimming with
sweet soft sounds of
distant loves and
pages turning