"When I begin to doubt my ability to work the word, I simply read another writer and know I have nothing to worry about. My contest is only with myself, to do it right, with power, and force, and delight, and gamble." 
— Charles Bukowski

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Aftertaste

my
lips
taste
best
when
they
taste
like
your
lips

1 comment:

Jenny said...

Erek wrote a happy poem? Wow -- Hell must have frozen over. ;)

Seriously, though, it's great to see you so happy! And it reflects in everything you do.