View Blog  On softer sands Your voice is a stream I enter with bare feet, ankle deep. Consonants swirl like fish as I am always reaching to catch one by the tail.  I gather your words, stones in my pockets.  I turn them over and over.  Which of these would keep me from drifting?  I stand on softer sands in the evening.  Will miles of this desert distance us if I know the wind in my hair only to speak with her hands?     Posted by randomname on 2008-01-15 21:59:44 | Rating: | Views: 70   Email This to a Friend   Friend's Email *    Friend's Name*    Your Name*    Security code*    Refresh Image        Bookmark: Delicious  Digg  Reddit  Facebook  StumbleUpon    Permalink:      Blog Comments Nothing found Would you like to comment?     (Maximum characters: 5000)     You have characters left.      Security code:                                                     Refresh Image

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