As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The Blue Tile

The blue tile, solitary
In the red room
The difficulty of being kind
The gap full of empty air
A place
A time
A break
Sensuality twisted amongst hate
Holds the heart firm in place
A sly snake in mind
Coiling, clutching, caressing
The forged thoughts
Gravity to enjoy
The enchanted moment
Like the blue tile
For I am amongst the clutter

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