i lie next to her
remember your feet
small, warm
rubbing against mine
in your sleep
and want to slip from bed
to walk the many miles
i put between us.
Writings by Esteban A. Martinez, poetry, fiction, rants, speculation and whatever else we want to call writing
Friday, April 08, 2005
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Where are you? by esteban a martinez
you will never hear my words brute tongue did not mean what it said i did not say that i am not good with words you will never hea...
-
love shouts with tiny hands at hurricanes and volcanoes destroys silences preceding creations and never shuts the fuck up
-
Wind Chapter One 2 days since christmas. listen to me good. the horse had giant nostrils shooting steam in t...
-
i just want your mouth on my mouth your hands holding mine i’ve tried to explain to myself, my friends but no wo...
No comments:
Post a Comment