Monday, 30 June 2008

Wolf, who are you?

Fire-I am,
Hungry- I am,
Fire-I am,
Ashes-I shall be!


xtina said...

A disturbing lover who tells not his name but his impulse, his appetite, his choice of object, his food

-Her I shall choose
A fresh-faced one among the fresh

Time watches
Over all the graves it digs.
At the edge of the ear:
-It is I, my sleeping one!

xtina said...

My sleeping one is me.

xtina said...

We are born eaten.