Saturday, 2 April 2011

"eye-smile drafts" :

Some words go with this, too loose to be poetry not tight enough to be prose ...

~I Really Wanted to Say ...

In the Club,

you fucked me under the stairs
and made my body soar ;

In the car,

you loved me under the stars
and made my senses sing ;


when you smiled me your morning eyes
I was yours then

~ bound, unconditionally, universally ~

Eternally, in time.