the vulnerability of newness

1

slat slanty blind ~ lines shine
from that screamingsun

onto the white wall
the white sheet
the ward walls

hurried blinks for fear of being caught napping

we file, shufflefooted in invisible iron boots, one then one then one
and so.on

soon
(for our secret plans are fattening and one by one by one will lead further)

 

2
slat slanty blind ~ light shines
thigh lines
on his obliging skin:
i fight time

running on scree , freefalling into
so little, so much

Naked, it is love and clothed we are virtual strangers
he with no voice and I with too many words

~ by Beeskiffle on July 10, 2008.