Monday, July 13, 2009

there are nights that taste only of dirt and dew.
nights that pull the heat from your skin.
i like these ones the most.
on this night we tucked ourselves tight in between the weeds,
and became tangled beasts surrounded by spidery things and worms.

1 comment:

amee king said...

Love this Rhya...the photo, the words, and you. xo