ANOTHER poetic style thingy....
with one hand in yours and the other tracing the surface of that of a dream, i consider it real when lips kiss back this time and breath is new on my face. driven closer to my body, my hands shudder (not used to holding angels) but im learning with each of your heart on my chest. i can hear the melody as im cast away in your eyes ballet. sing me to sleep and hold me there.
2006-06-19
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