Tuesday, September 25, 2007














the night sounds begin



dusk is inches from my bare shoulder
i can smell the dirt
outside my open window
rich and warm.

we wait for the full moon
my shadow and me.
our naked feet ache to dance.
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5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow. You can't possibly know what those words just did to me.

'Least, I hope you don't know.

I'm such a sucker for beauty.

8:47 PM
Ghost Dansing said...

better than bukowski..... dancing barefoot

2:48 AM
Sherry Pasquarello said...

hi. i mean for my poems to touch people. my workgroup knows that i go for emotions in my works far more than form. those things i leave to others that are far better and enjoy it more. i'm please you got something from this. i wrote it looking out of the window beside my computer desk.


i love the song. i just took to it.

thank you so much.

7:35 AM
Karen said...

That's beautiful, Sherry. I feel like I was there, being you, by the window.

1:21 AM
Sherry Pasquarello said...

hi, thank you very much! : )

9:20 AM

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