Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I have a secret treasure,

Wearing a guitar,

Dancing on drums,

She comes…

Gnaws and growls,

Cries fair is foul,

She smiles..

Bites her lips,

Tears them apart,( I love them so)

She kisses..

Smudge your kohl,

Lose your mole,

She hides..

This is my shy creature.

2 comments:

Shayeari said...

loved this piece...makes me feel like one of those dangerous loved objects...

Fox in the Attic said...

hmmmmm......