Friday, September 11, 2009

My Own Devices

go ahead now
unlock the clouds
open the sun
everything that can ever be is
everything that is
is with me
or gone

now please leave me
to my own
devices
there is a teasing sweetness in this breeze I wish to feel
then her perfume
bare back
whisper of her linen dress
greenest leaves
wild blackberries
now I wish forgiveness
for leaving my head in the clouds
for losing sight
of nothing
at all

JP
9.10.09

No comments:

Post a Comment