Wednesday, October 14, 2009

free fall

i coudl free fall forever and it would feel like flying. electric finger traverse continents till the technology fails. embedded and immersed in a scarlet sky. i am seperating baggage from history.

as the last drops of the candle smother the flame i am washed in plumes of smoke. serpentine through my spine. the sweetest sensation is release. holding too long curled fingers into bone. now the flesh returns like a ripened peach.