Tuesday, 21 July 2009

There is tiger breath on the back of my neck.

It is hot and smells like tea.

1 comment:

  1. I divided the air,
    and slipped sideways through your mind
    I could do with sitting down
    with a cup of tea in someone else's dream
    for a while
    sit with our feet in the waves
    as oceans slide across
    slopes between your thoughts
    before drowning us under the sun
    washed out
    into moist leaves
    humid shade
    tiger breath
    on the back of our necks