It means more than it makes.

Foot-crossed and cold.
Shiver not!
But hold tight.

A single wayward curl.

My glance,
cast across a sea of creaking boards,
finds safe harbour.
Safe haven in your blue-greys.

But beware the hidden rocks;
Enough to sink a sight.
Enough to drown a heart.

(My chest awash with salt)

This building falls,
These walls breeze-blow,
The roof wholefull.

But nothing falls
as falling for you.



  1. introspectif · October 21, 2006

    Wow, I like this! 🙂

  2. zaphodfreek · October 22, 2006

    Thank you.

    Much appreciated.

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