Monday, February 28, 2011

Day 194, rainy and monday

Rainy and Monday
A rumpled silk river
Forges quietly ahead
It's top waters steady hands
But underneath is the turmoil
Of too much rushing
Too much moving
It's grey and brown complexion
A divine sort of concoction
Waiting to be tasted
It wags its fingers
Saying, come along, come along
It's come hither gaze is
Tantalizing, you begin to imagine
The way the water feels to your skin
Never realizing just how deeply
You'll have to dive to swim
It's current nothing but an undertow
Of hidden bitterness
Your dreams nothing but flotsam
It's silky deception
The silver sheen of lust

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