Thursday, September 4, 2008

my favorite plum

sapped of all warmth.
dyed through with black.
the waves that you're riding
and the sails you lack.

your will is the leaf,
your heart is the limb.
the trembling.  the bending.
so fragile.  so slim.

you smile at the sun
but wilt in the heat.
your skin is so bitter,
your flesh, so sweet.

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