poetry

Y'know that cat you can seeit's in your mind.

poetry

I held my hands and they felt fantasticI tasted my tongue..

poetry

My hand loses it's grip, and the string falls onto the concrete pavementI remember a colourful mosaic floor of a restaurant in Sardinia...

poetry

I wasted my day again hanging around the market placeleaning on the wall pretending to feel bored...

poetry

Those mountains came closertoday whilst your pale face browns,and ideas ( concrete or abstract )curl towards you nonchalantlylike a metaphor.