Sunday, August 10, 2014

somehow the blades of grass seem comfortable
i wanted to lay among the life, my back among thorns
quiet there, this fried lawn and i, breathing
the sprinklers came on, artificial rain over my skin
but it felt good. my eyes were closed. welcoming.
take me into you, the purity and the divine. wash me.

tonight i laid in the grass for a while. the moon was full.
but she was boring and diluted, not beaming.

it was just my spine
elongated on the green.

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