Saturday, July 23, 2005

heat of life

I wipe my eyes with my lightly glazed skin
feeling the soft yet misted texture of my bare shoulder
can this heat continue to daze me
I wonder with light headed dehydration
how survival has succeeded
that heat is so needed
in this biological infection
what is this simple direction for
here on the floor
be simple and cool evermore.

1 Comments:

Blogger iamnasra said...

This really remind me of here..where the heat is so overflowing...Loved the way your wrote this poem..

1/8/05 11:50 AM  

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