Monday, January 4, 2010

living in an ephemeral world you saw
the late nights
the party

hundreds of years ago you felt it
in your mothers womb you felt it
a high
a cold lips on warm lips high

a shutter that lets in the chandeliers light
an oil drop on a finger that leaves its traces in water


  1. this gets better every time I read it. And I learned the word 'ephemeral' xD I wonder what books u saw today......

  2. saw or read?

    good poem dahling....or should i say... ... HUN.

  3. hey! ... lol I should have seen this coming M :P

  4. ah its scary when you capitalize hun like that.

    thank ya very much though ... 'hun' ;)