Wednesday, February 24, 2010

bits of mind

summer rain
little footsteps
soft green light, soft grey light
look up into it
water hits skin
again and again and again and again
it's warm.

soft summer clothes
worn thin and so light
breeze shreds them to pieces
it's lighter now
hands hold hands
an eye for an eye
stuck in sand
the ocean, its' clear.

bare feet in dirt
dirt in forest
forest in the rain
forever and ever
smells of pine and clean air
wet air
stuck in the pores of your skin
miles and miles and miles and miles
away from home, or house
lips on lips
you inspire me
little noises
it's still raining
can't see the sun.

dirty sefoam hair
strong hands
the rain, the rain
green and the grey
and the ocean was clear
and the birds were our friend
and the air and our skin were the same

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