Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Glow

She's been visiting me in my dreams
from which i wish not to wake.

She's a figure for which i would learn
to use an abacus to figure out.

She's the smoke
of which i'd breathe a forever drag.

She's the trickling sand in the hourglass
& i'm upside down cupping the flow.

She is the firefly
& i am the glow.


c.marie

i know i am ugly but i glow at night

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