Tuesday, December 18, 2007

ruminations

this winter sheen
insulated the chill
golden stalks
snapped to
splinters
with a bristling
dry crack
grass blades
crumbled
between fingers
in an impulse.
A sadistic one.

jasmine scent
was a memory
trickling down my veins.
An intoxicating one.

love was a feeling
lost in
rush of blood and lust.
A cynical one.

have I grown up
counting my
ruminations
lost in sensations?

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