Do Not ForgetI have your name, Tattooed on the inside of your eyelidsDo Not Forget
Nightly while you sleep Sewn into the lining of that jacket of yours.
I see, today, your knees are scarred- Someday they will break from kneeling. On your face you will fall, one day, to taste the piety of dirt That day is not today.
Swallow gratefully those pages
Shoved not so forcefully down your throat
And as you sit down to a wholesome meal of scripture, See if it's as sensuous as me.
But now it's far too late, your legs have gone A-walking of their own accord. Like some king'
Love 2our love is filtered water beneath the earth fresh, swelling catacombs storing the basis for life rising to share springs of joy, a strong resource in desert daysLove 2
in the morning, like inevitable
precious dew, you are there. during the day, ever in the back of my mind water in my veins. at night, eagerly meeting waterfall, river we are together.
you are not sugar or flowers or fast and fading light.
you drug me. I look at you and still get butterflies fresh from their genetic soup in my heart. you hold me and I am
| Hi! 8) I'm Sheena and besides being a self-proclaimed genius, I am a photographer and digital artist (plus a wannabe writer 8P). I'm what you could call a "happy artist", I guess. I'm a pretty simple, no-drama person who's loyal (albeit a tad insulting, but all in good fun) to her friends and devoted to her photography. I hope to improve mainly my writing by being on dA, plus further advance my photography. Thanks for stopping by! 8) |
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