Monday, October 8, 2007

sunblasted




the faint
lines of a watch
are sketched on
my wrist, rays

from a different
time zone
sunblasted
my skin to a darker
copper, under blue

water black
wet cloth
clings to my
hips, i am

pale underneath,
hot, step
over burning
sand ingrained in

heels, footprints
behind me,
leaves,
turn dry,

crumble softly
under feet, there
is no escaping and
yellow
can’t stay mine

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