Embracing
an open baby blue sky
with velvet thirst,
a certain longing
hangs inside my ribcage;
I inherited a yearning
for the smell of the sea
from my father,
who drowned in the bottle,in his need
to swallow up the watery blue;
I cradle the earth
with weary possessiveness.
- 13/09/2008 07:23 - The Hunger II
- 13/09/2008 05:56 - Gone





