Thursday, February 11, 2010

to one for which anything could happen

a woman
swept back from
her desires
--time--
swept back into her hair,
french braided emblem
of a desire--
repressed--
femininity--
eyes smeared with
black lined desire
to come into her
sex--
out of her blue pleated form
to unfurl
the flower
long since wilted
--a gentle look
--a tender word
--she grasps
--desperately--hopefully
--as if in her
budding days
--to cling to a desire
--an endless wish
to climb upwards
as ivy

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