If I laid me downOn silken sheetsBare and open to your gazeWhat would you see?Could you see me?
Poem of Abjection
detestedfeltthrough ages;sensationsworn likefaded colours
I find myself coming back to this theme over and over again.
There sits a pair of miniature
metal rocking chairs
in colours only vibrantrelieved of fecund dreamsa muttering subsidingin tendency at ease…
Just her.. and I.. taking in the magnificent view of our home city.
In an empty cornerA little creature waitedAs time passed slowly byIn dream-expanded clouds.