Wednesday, December 23, 2009

.Tabitha #4453.

the infinite recklessness of your hair
makes crazy.

you spinster,
hurricane force.

curly, fire breathing fairy;
i dream of you often. dancing on to water lilies
in the middles of hailstorm.

you never make much sense to me,
all I know is I am hear to love every shattered
glass moment you have.

and im here, straight jacket
and all.... hugging my