A door slams shut , the outside left to plunder
through the monotonous heat of a midday summer
trinkets gleam like thought clutter
The photographer
my neck prickles, I'm in one corner of the room
hes in the other
I drop my bags and rinse my hair in the sink
water dries crisp over my hot skin
where do we begin...
I thought I knew him
come look he says in here
I will photograph you nothing to fear
You are beautiful
like this emerald i have for you
diamonds for a pretty girl
Over by the veil
my mind wanders
click click click
look at me, now look at me
release yourself
You pig, you toad, you fiend!
give this to me a keepsake
for my turmoil
my broken dream
B.H 08
1 comment:
Hope you like the dark peom it just popped into my head! i love it when that happens.... b
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