Saturday, October 31, 2009

Je Je Je-jeee-je

Totally unfinished:

smells like Autumn
cool air
a tingle
natural in my skin

twice pierced
skin like mine
hair like yours
i just want to touch
things the same again

since September
reminds me
of silver acorns
on a chain
hand walks in
crumpled leaves

stop to breath
the books and
the birds
walks warm in your hand
face cool to my cheek

both wanting to talk
but hating to care
hearts as hard as the paths they chose