16 October 2005
hausfire draem
summer crosses bare
slice of heart / beach of skin;
love down th dark
those october stairs
and into a tavern of lonely telephones
that watch their hands,
waiting for a rinse. end every summer w/ a bowl of strawberries
those cannot be touched but to be spilled
and my heart
is as
hot as a doorknob [ hausfireintruder gave
and stayed long
as my body was alive# posted by hardyf : 20:14
