Saturday, November 8, 2003

WORD : Dwelling

Sent: 11/8/2003 1:58 PM


when human hits skin
the atoms throw spin
lightening strikes tone
up the rod of backbone
touch touch feel
connectivity meal
feel
fell
when skin presses flesh
in a deep caress meshed
the being hums warm
in a loved human form
this doesn't feel
much like a deal
deal
dwell
when flesh decays to dust
the moment remembered as trust
fluttered soul downing
life's feathers sounding
proof enough to feel
human existence real
real
rale