Monday, November 24, 2008


When they sleep
Rapidly moving their eyelids
It’s because the dreams
Have entered
Have pierced
The soft tissue
And the healers make sure
The visions are like belladonna

I’ll take your fright
And give you my hands
So you can softly bite them

More & more

More of your breaths
Injecting your sorrow
Into my recycled steps

Love is hard work!

You can sleep in
If you want to
At this station
We have this kind of opulence

Clocks & watches
Stop working
When you’re happy


Blog Author said...

Tender this one

Martínez said...

Healers tend to be that way..