Wasted afternoons of daylight
Drying up the sun and skin wilting;
My tender Childhood skin is watched by my eye
Changing; stalking my hands
flowing like ink and water, uniting

I am a child again,
My fused lollipop mind makes everything seem -
(Pointless)
Everything twists spontaneously , and tastes sweet
Like marshmallows on sticks
Warming and melting onto the fire

Until it drops like all this -
(pointlessness)
And your eye is the witness of ageing.
You disappear under the sheets
the ink stains; soaks into wrinkles
and dries your tears

12/02/2003

Posted on 12/02/2003
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