cold blue...

imaginea utilizatorului Trinity
what lies beneath

my hands are freezing
unlike the river flowing through me
pebbles and lava
fire and hell
sliding from one heart chamber
to the next
a snake
melting all that I am
in its way

my hands are freezing
you hold them
too tight perhaps
I can’t stop thinking
that there’s nothing
than my hands
right now
but your gaze



circotasii vor spune ca e cam '90s stilul
eu mi-as fi dorit poate sa fie mai lung.


longer/ shorter - is poetry about size?
poate doar in cazul in care mesajul nu a fost receptionat, ceea ce s-a notat...:)