Thursday, January 29, 2009

Untitled

Fire-fall

A star
has sewn itself
into your jeans

Running my fingers over
the weave of light
undulating fibers of
hydrogen and helium
become particles of sky
caught on my palm


Shimmer-spark


A sun
sits
glowing
upon your hip

Our fusion of histories
drawing us ever closer
to
eclipse



















3 comments:

burning moon said...

ahhh, very nice. Such a pretty :)

Chris Never said...

I am partial to pretties as you know *grin*

thank you kindly kid.

burning moon said...

very clever little pretty too