Wednesday, November 4, 2015

its on

a steady ticktock in my mind marks the tempo.
my body rocking ever so slightly to the rhythm.
weightless to weighted and back again.
shhhhhhhhhhuck it rushes to a stop through guides glinting in the fading sunlight.
unrolled perfection soft upon the surface.
a deep shluurp marked by ringlets of silver.
strip.
a tightness,
a familiar growing vibration,
a shake,
a smile.

Copyright: NathanMcLeod 2015

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