canned flesh hurtling down the tracks we breathe when we deserve to
Tag: literature
touch and be gone to the words sowed in your loins
tell me of the thunders that sing a thousand songs
cross my heart and burn slow at the stake
old phonebook the pages ripe with smell and distant memories
back to pick up the dreams we left under a rock on the cold coast
a touch of salamander’s blood to bring heat back to forgotten limbs
lost to night’s hunger flashlights sweeping the winter forest
a steady stream of darkness to dip our feet in
if you let me i’d steal your thunder tonight winter before the last light
elancharan gunasekaran 