my takes down here
|Sights of Sydney and suburbia
This is my special place
For my shiny takes
Of a place, a song, a book
Of a feeling, a memory, a thought
"seeing things through my eyes"
sweet and brief as passing glances
you taught me a new way to yearn.
how fingers will recall a fast, warm touch
longer than eyes can...
Coming home at the late hour,
The hour of the intoxicated soul,
My weary body collapses onto fabric and a discontented sigh makes its way...
Do not tattoo my name on your flesh
Flesh can be bruised, battered and...