Sunday, December 30, 2007

Salt is Sweet...

I fail to feel, but I see and I speak. A humble how are you, projected selflessly. So many steady strangers, more than just home. This one is yours... take it and go! Positive tension lingers between you and me. Love is action not feeling, but colliding chemistry? The sun is awake now, with the amicable stares. Never ill-mannered like your disheveled hair. The cold air bites, it misses our hearts. Blessed with this ocean, for us God imparts.

3 comments:

Tracy said...

dishelved hair.

i like it

the antispace said...

respectable that it is 3/2 rather than 4/3.

the antispace said...

and i like the dramatic picks for pics ;)