Tuesday, 27 July 2010

no rhymes.



she walks through lonesome night
stops at bus station
there are no buses but confusion.

the misty rain starts to fall
she hugs herself a little bit tight
tender is the night
so she makes up her mind to keep walking.

home
3 a.m as usual
she sits on the couch all night long
wishing with all she might
that one day he will see
how much he means to her.

and
she falls asleep in the rare coldness of the city.

Hoài Thu.
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Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.