Eileen Prunster

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

a large tree I've hacked limbs from
is staring back at me
through a window
from those wounds
they look like
eyes
and weeping wounded mouth

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Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

each time

we
skin on skin
slippery
sliding
all the way
to
over the top
collision
little deaths
a tangle of limbs

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

I want
to be like
a sheet of glass
with everything
rolling off me
like rain

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Lover

is a hard word
to define
it doesn't always mean
sexually connected
in the physical sense

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Cactus

This stoney patch
of impenetrable gound
our relationship

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

Children

Emotions move
across their faces
like ripples
on the surface
of a lake

Eileen Prunster Aug 2012

He whispers
a grain of sand
into my shell like ear
it nestles
and grows
a perfect pearl
of paranoia