a flicker of light
She tasted like cloves and cinnamon, the last drag on a cigarette, and the opening notes to a song I’d lost to my youth.
She was iridescent and I couldn’t put her out, not even in my dreams.
She tasted like cloves and cinnamon, the last drag on a cigarette, and the opening notes to a song I’d lost to my youth.
She was iridescent and I couldn’t put her out, not even in my dreams.
February 4th, 2010 at 4:15 am
You say so much in such a small package of words. Hats off to you.
February 8th, 2010 at 11:53 pm
With the flutter of angel’s wings,
and the whisper of the willow tree,
she alit upon the rafters of your soul,
vaulted and bare.
February 17th, 2010 at 9:59 pm
“She was iridescent and I couldn’t put her out…”
Yeah, what Liras said!