my legs –& they were not even crossed, as I stood, were both asleep; to savour this new-ness at once gravity & joy — O hold down the floor — all day they’re up redoing the roof
Daily Archives: September 20, 2012
it’s the way he holds her
Originally posted on jaywalking the moon:
the clock ticks slowly & i’m listening to the concert on the street, a violin, gut wrenching melody, from the gallery window, painted clowns, keep smiling, sMiLinG– at me, & i buy a card, Klimt’s “Kiss” //on the blank, white inside write one single line beCause i’m not afraid…
ayaladn 