Wednesday, June 18, 2008

they are words made of tears the heart writes

words fall silent.
they make no sound
as they tumble down.

they pour out
thoughts of
confusion, questions.

emotion
has not found them.
empty they fall.

lost in translation.
from thoughts
to ink.

ink, tears,
that the heart uses
to write.

write what it feels.
not knowing the reason
the outcome.

words fall silent.
they know not
what to say.

words,
know not
what to feel.

-Christine

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

the erotic

the wind
moves through my body,
every shiver
pulsates skin.
freedom,
ecstasy.

-Christine