Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Goodnight morning.

Up and down, and down they fall-- the restless cells belonging to the skin on my hands are taking a leave of absence and slowly melting onto yours, leaving me with the feeling of being intertwined. I've been watching as the thoughts are floatin' from your head. They twist and turn with mine- filling our mouths with invitations to stay the night. They go this way and that, crossing each others paths here and there, as if we really are alive. Oh, I've been dying to taste your morning breath, to see you without sight..

July 22nd, 2007.

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