May 2010
It was the end of day
the trance of your flesh was fleeting
as warm rain broke through the shelter of your arms.
Your skin shivered
as mine glowed.
It was the end of day.
the trance of your flesh was fleeting
as warm rain broke through the shelter of your arms.
Your skin shivered
as mine glowed.
It was the end of day.
this little poem was an exercise taken from the poem "Vague Memory from Childhood" by Donald Hall. The exercise was to take the first line and use it as the last line also and we had only about 4 minutes to do this.
