Poetic snapshots, mostly travel-related.
Please submit your address below to receive e-mail notices when new posts are added.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Absolutely nothing to do with Panama City Beach
I wear your shadow like a stole, a silken
skin, a favorite role, but if you walk too far away
you leave me naked, emperor. I'll shiver
and sigh while you calm my cries, just don't
cover some other and expect me to die.
No comments:
Post a Comment