11.10.09

for you

Hearts turned into

open chambers

I feel it

beat

at the sound of your voice

and

when I step out of the shower to reach for a towel

dripping wet

a smile crosses my lips (always)

as you cross my mind

1 comment:

  1. Insomnia's struck again;

    Sweat rains in chamomile
    And
    Valerian root.
    Beads glide through curvaceous aerophones.
    Hands callused and raw (expansion)

    Lonesome pillows and
    stuffed elephants.

    Forlorn websites,
    with napalm friends and
    shrapnel family.

    I ought to be miserable.
    But,
    You snuck a spring in my step.

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