Underneath

this one came out at around 2am, right around the time I was aching to go to sleep, but can't. As usual, stricken with the disease of thinking too much. I have to learn to mellow down and stop thinking altogether. It's not very healthy, this sickness.

underneath

i can smell the fragrance
of her swept adorned hair

from a thousand miles i dance
to the laughter of despair

i can sense the slightest touch
from her thread bare skin

despite absence that attach
and trails of spaces in spin

i can feel nothing above my mind
go breath underneath, and find

rgalang
10/23/2006