Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Residues

The hardening edge of desire
soaks its feet in milky waters.
Drip by drip the faucet sings a song
about the unbirthing of our romance.
We listen with the valves of our hearts half-open,
waiting for the thud thud that never comes.

2 comments:

gautami tripathy said...

"the unbirthing of our romance" is a great line.

Simone ( Exercising for comments) said...

I like the idea the desire softens.