Untitled by A.g. Synclair

You find religion in a glass
in half empty bottles
in the twisted notes of that song
in the way she swallows you whole
in the secret hiding place
where you keep her words
a tangled language of crickets and clocks

3 comments:

  1. Urban KissesApril 24, 2012 at 6:19 AM

    Possibly one of the best things I've read in a very long time.

    I so wish I'd written this!

    Love it.
    Bux

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  2. touchingtheartApril 24, 2012 at 12:39 PM

    I do love this little piece.

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  3. themontuckyreviewMay 5, 2012 at 8:47 AM

    Thank you, Bux. You too, love... :)

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