unquenchable June 23, 2009
Posted by jewaira in Poetry.trackback
blinding
white heat
machines drone
beyond glass windows
icy cold interiors
in shades of shadows
and subdued colours
unnamable lust
reaches feverish
pitch
.
.
desires
to be quenched
only
by you
…first I feel
now I know
rainbow’s end…
Your comment reminds me of Fleetwood Mac song
You like the roof. Don’t you?
Why DV?
unquenchable with a refillable tank
“white heat
machines drone”
That’s why.