sent sideways through your dream
and into my hands. read aloud to all time.
each place i've wandered knows your
name.
in disbelief they all believe.
they want nothing and all of it at once.
and now.
cascading transformations relive themselves
out
and over and over again
until time stands still one moment
and races on again.
against itself.
the grains. the tide it flows
upon itself.
unrelenting to the need.
cast out the trouble.s. the trouble is.
unlearn your dismay. and your
dismal
look. around you.
29 November 2009
...
conquer the need to be instantly and ever clever.
it's not all it's cracked up to be.
sometimes sincerity is good enough.
grand even.
it's not all it's cracked up to be.
sometimes sincerity is good enough.
grand even.
the only thing. is this.
rooftop serenades of mind to mind
hand held reminders of soft palm touch
a brush of wrists
the words spill out of our eyes
and they cease when we look away
cold air swirls in beneath my ears
a shiver and the press of teeth in return
tight jaws swivel into smiles
hand held reminders of soft palm touch
a brush of wrists
the words spill out of our eyes
and they cease when we look away
cold air swirls in beneath my ears
a shiver and the press of teeth in return
tight jaws swivel into smiles
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