she watched curlicues of sweeping clouds, and
loved how they painted the sky like van Gogh
the Line of smudged charcoal smoke severed the
(sky) blue bodies apart.
when The wind stroked her face.
it was cold and woke her up.
spilled Synapse after synapse
onto Dream after dream.
the surface of the sun,
when it was almost, but not quite,
drowned by the sea
= the most visible feeling she had seen.
Apr 17, 2013
Apr 17, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
she watched curlicues of sweeping clouds, and
loved how they painted the sky like van Gogh
the Line of smudged charcoal smoke severed the
(sky) blue bodies apart.
when The wind stroked her face.
it was cold and woke her up.
spilled Synapse after synapse
onto Dream after dream.
the surface of the sun,
when it was almost, but not quite,
drowned by the sea
= the most visible feeling she had seen.
Toying with words.
