May 4, 2007

The Scales of Desire

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?

3 comments:

Jiling 林基玲 said...

though I'd love to
random moments walking sleeping eating
every moments
remember
but, oh
(though I'd love)

Miss Winther said...

ey, great art. wonderbar. :)

Tamara Jackson said...

oh I like this on dJeff