little pig does poetry
Ad 2:
2003-04-03 05:30:34 (UTC)


The presence you bring
greases the machinery
in my factory of words,
and like fuel for fire,
your spirit triples the glow
of amber in my hearth.

But a spirited flame hushes
like a helpless infant
under the falling of chained
debri, unable to utter
a single ga or goo,

when the distance between us
stretches farther than whisper's reach.
And alone, I struggle to ignite
something that's really nothing.