Entanglement
Friday, December 16th, 2005a scent
of stale air
is floating,
broken dreams,
folded wings,
blameless
desires,
sensual scream,
mask of
ecstacy…
and
unknowingly
i succumb
to it…
a scent
of stale air
is floating,
broken dreams,
folded wings,
blameless
desires,
sensual scream,
mask of
ecstacy…
and
unknowingly
i succumb
to it…