by mojo_cat
leaves bitter scars and hidden agendas, TK U MLJ LV NV
This person has his very own ~ sweet lecturer. Could it be his wife?
you leave your exit line
hanging in the air
like a tablecloth pulled free
while the plates and glasses
barely move
and you are gone
before their meaning even register
where is our breathe?
we seem to have lost it,
waiting for the other shoe
the way you say things, make me look at the world and others. you always show me that my thoughts and feelings are not wrong or soley just mine. I'm glad you are back and posting.. missed you, mojo-cat!
xoxo
maria