Untamed

I lie unfurled
like a dry twig
exposed, desolate
but willing. To
life. As to sorrow.
To Love. And the hoarse
cry of another heartbreak.

I dream of swimming acrosst
he bed of time,
skitter like a juveline
tadpole to collect
the salt of memories.

A wish spread wide
on your eyes, like
a thick layer of kohl.
Erase me.

1/20/2006 9:11 AM - First Posted