Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Untitled

She blends
with polished boards
runs with the grain
weaves in and out
of color
a hardwood
sanded smooth
softened by lacquer

I'm superimposed
on the weeping vine

Shirtless
definition
of bone
muscle
winds within the green shadows

Dappled
by her laced fingers

as they track
along branch
and leaf

3 comments:

burning moon said...

absolutely beautiful in its simplicity

Chris Never said...

Well thank you :)


I am beautifully simple as you know *Grin*

burning moon said...

mmm ... lol ... and sooo modest!