21 February 2008

..dummies in the wind..

The winds blew drunkenly
Hissing a million lunatic contemplations
Undressing men
Blushing women
Shivering bones of trees
One layer
After the other
Drop around the ankles of earth
Dummies in a storm
Dummies in the winter
Dummies in August
Where to do they go?
Dare they confess
The shells and shields
The suppressed tears?
Dare they stroke their own bare skins
Reveal their chest to the winds?
Dare they taste the wet blows
Dare they embrace
To be embraced?

1 comment:

H. said...

Dare they do, however, willingly they rarely dare to.