wama

25.03.08

he sits and watches by the shore. his elbow on his knee, other hand on hip he waits. the ground beneath us crumbles and cracks. you kneel far in the backgound, looking up to see me hovering and floating above. you resemble orion, ready to shoot your arrow, always on guard. my skirt billows, my arms ourstreached, I dance and hold a thick black cloud above my head. the cloud gives off steam and attracts streams of moisture from the land below. in this canyon we wonder if we can hold on for as long as it will take.

posted by la kara @ 13:40