Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Rendezvous


























Bittersweet love

stare into the sun


and singe

as

we recall springtime


Watch our lust

play like a sordid television show


I exhale

and leave.


You only want me

as I go...


How to stop the picture;

the moment;


the Rain.


Elaborate dreams

smeared black.


1 comment:

White Shield Mike said...

A tale of love and loss. The image shows the man's hand as that of a skeleton. Perhaps to represent the death of the relationship? To feel the cold touch of death?