Saturday, March 13, 2010

SOMNAMBULISTIC GARDENS.


The sky was nakedness
at heart.
The textures of rush
holding against my breasts.

Part of the day felt like your arms wrapped around time. 
The force of the night felt like a flower
over looking her petals,
protected deep in her mind.

I walk these gardens almost every night.
i.-Female the water of flowers delight.

TEXT- THE FEMALE ZOO