Insomnia Poetry
The product of my midnight wandering mind.
Thursday, April 25, 2013
Language is a Knife
Language is a knife
and we use it
sparingly, cutting small circles
in the thin curtain
hanging between us,
to reach small treasures
through and coax one another
into bed.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment