Thursday 22 August 2013

o x



giveth a hand to venture, mot juste .
Tap shoulders of mountains caressed with clouds of lust 
Utmost 
Foresight then in time wild winds blow, tis the time of year 
novel it is with twists
Closely faraway 
> wolf 













n o r t h

pointing there. 
behind it there and light fondling branches there
permeating black see through-ness south of darkness north
there.
into inscrutable there-ness, 
she looks into lightsome next
to and beside herself with heart with rope tied to the sun 
>wolf