Thursday, August 17, 2006

~The Evaporating Girl~

She has been poured out among them.
The makeup of a woman "unreachable".
A pool of living deeds, and sacrafices,
That make her so beautiful

A million men reach,
But she drips through each finger.
With only her perfume to linger.

She's the evaporating girl.
She could be the one of my dreams.
The woman of transformation.
She's in the air I breath...
Strengthening me.

She is the evaporating woman...
And I seek to net the wind...
To catch my ever changing, rearranging, evaporating woman.

1 comment:

Deirdre said...

I really like this poem. Awesome!