Thursday, December 17, 2009


the heat consumes
our desire for another

we are trapped
in space

the only savior of our intimacy;
the mirror

reflecting flickering light
in the ocean, its glistening horizon(s)

the thrill of
temporary solitude

of silk and sarong
flesh and blood


Fiza-K said...

Beautiful picture. Even more beautiful poem

(nothingness) said...

i don't know if it counts as one

:p but thanks!