Saturday, September 19, 2009

I don't sway with a woman's hips,
or a crumbling tower's breeze.
The snake's mouth whispers many things,
but nothing I believe.
To see that we are riding waves
on a poisoned trajectory,
not knowing where it ends
or when we will have time to grieve;
as if grieving is some strong belief....

1 comment:

  1. i love you.
    this is yours?
    yes or no, it is amazing.
    i wish to be the hip you think of when you think of a woman's hip swaying.