LOOK MYSELF
Published Tuesday, September 02, 2008 by O. Elias Lira | E-mail this post
At the seashore there is a purity and sweetness in all this. I just lay there in the overgrown field listening to your rich mix of melody. I feel intoxicating, pleasing and without a weak link in sight uncapping bottles of wine. You make me feel like there is no other place I would rather be. No re-writes, no erotic changes. Afternoons at large, chorus of blind fish, golden lizards flashing on my feet, and your fine body tattooing my skin. No one really hears.
© Aron Gia - September 2, 2008