Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Hurried





I have tasted
words from
your wet lips
softy,

gently they
spoke to me
swiftly,

that was
love
hurried,

it
is gone.

© Oisin

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On Course



Within this sea of linen
your belly is
the horizon,
my shoreline,
it beckons
me.

© Oisin

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