Hurt

She still looms large

The large-eyed one

Olive skin and Angela Jolie lips.

Perfect

In a word

And easy with it

I have no memory that would praise her enough

Or sounds that could explain

The pain that absence beings

there are days when you're so delicate

a sentence could break

into a thousand pieces

living

They're coming up

these flakes of gold

from the belly

up the throat

through the mouth

silently

they'll make it better for you

for us

to breathe

that is

once you arrive

right now

you've been slow

Cali lady

Let it go, this thing, at the core of you,

 this pain you've suppressed for a month or three, pretending that she

did not exist

she hurt you deeper than you'd like her to

put on a brave face and turned to go

eyelash flicker like a scrape to the soul

she's gone now

you can cry

it's fine

Rebalance

This is a blog

I've neglected for a time

I find myself writing to many of news and thought instead

I would throw the blinds open to a wider crew

after all you wish to know what's going on, no?

Please comment and use rating also.

If you blog too - let me tune in.

Love and freshnes,

Arjuna

Neck lines of slender, beautiful alternative women

Should be outlawed

At work

Even if

I went to youtube

To find them