dexterity
date: May 1st, 2007 6:36:45 pm - Subscribe
mood: clumsy


mentally sitting on my hands
i refuse every sublimation of
invitation to touch.

my hands have forgotten,
with the rest of me, how to
play the instrument.

as with a saffron sandcastle or
a cocaine centerpiece
i focus to barely breathe.

all of me immersed in
the control of the now...
only waiting.


Dec 8th, 2006 10:31:31 pm
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