The head is where the cricket sings
The cheeks are what the teeth will bite
The lake is where the lover flings
The other in the dead of night
The lips are where the blood goes in
The eyes are what the fingers claw
Knowing now what might have been
Will the lips tell what the eyes saw?
May 4, 2007
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3 comments:
though I'd love to
random moments walking sleeping eating
every moments
remember
but, oh
(though I'd love)
ey, great art. wonderbar. :)
oh I like this on dJeff
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