Saturday, April 10, 2010

a work in progress

so i've been playing with this one for a little while, and have a few starter versions but i think i like this best. it's going to be expanded once i find the right way to continue. here's the start!

There was an accident of lovers one night.

Coming together, no one heard a sound.

Their forceful collision

was muffled by the wet grass they fell on,

its blades reflecting the moon on their arched backs.

Crushing crocus buds under bent knees and splayed hands

they came together,

just like the night.

In the darkness, and up so close

they looked the same as any other.  

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