Seekings

Posted: November 20th, 2008 ˑ Filled under: Poetry ˑ  No Comments

I am like a resort
for my ancestral trips;
Suppose we go?
but don’t know where?
that s fine
I ll shuffle my thoughts
to yours
and I will pretend
that nothing is the same
except your past,
self seekings,
and my desire…

Gigs