Running With[out] Knives |
When the sun went down, so did I, talking with my mouth and hands full of you, intimate touches in the places that make you sigh. When the moon rose, so did you, with ...
Posted by Marley on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 09:19:00 PST |
And This Is Love |
Space is a condition and none is mine but mine is yours when you're not here and i'm wrapped up in night and violin and then you're there so i ...
Posted by Marley on Fri, 16 Jun 2006 09:18:00 PST |
We Dream of Hermaphrodites and Emerald Lips |
we dream of hermaphrodites and emerald lips on the street we pass prostitutes with hair extensions and tiny Saint Christopher statues hanging from their earlobes. we look through telescope...
Posted by Marley on Wed, 31 May 2006 09:04:00 PST |
Stepping Out of Sidedoors. Slyly |
Backstepping gingerly the slyest of visitors gropes for her username and satin dance slippers. Through a long cobwebbed hallway, past open rooms past closed doors of ...
Posted by Marley on Mon, 29 May 2006 08:15:00 PST |
Like Paper |
Paper like, dry kisses betoken diminishing passions as sadly as passions diminishing betoken kisses dry, like paper. by: Me ...
Posted by Marley on Mon, 29 May 2006 08:14:00 PST |
As I Leave |
Whisper something to take away the questions, tell me that I have but to separate the veil. While my body quietly shuts down, my mind is racing toward the great unknown. Touch...
Posted by Marley on Fri, 26 May 2006 07:11:00 PST |
Now Choking on His Own Words |
I took his hurtful words, spun them into shrouds and hung myself upside down, like a bat in hell or a worm about to turn. I hid in the quiet darkness of my car, parked belo...
Posted by Marley on Fri, 26 May 2006 07:10:00 PST |
small journey of one love |
Oh, they took their chance and they made their bed with bits of dreams and willows, with promises of pink and blue and gold coins in their pillows. With careful words, they we...
Posted by Marley on Mon, 15 May 2006 04:52:00 PST |
Cemetery Walk |
I pass them by with care, these tiny graves with marble lambs above a single date. No range can compass it, no reason sate a mothers arms, deprived of all she craves. This spo...
Posted by Marley on Mon, 15 May 2006 04:50:00 PST |
Bargains Falling Through |
I ask him to hold me, to stop the cold, to bring me back to life but my mind watches, warning me that this is only pity and sad need, that there is nothing in this man to keep ...
Posted by Marley on Mon, 01 May 2006 11:13:00 PST |
