Thursday, February 18, 2010

and today, i strengthen my eyes and cheekbones against the palate of your hands


perhaps when we sleep our souls heave out their anxiety and sigh out their fears. my dreams stitch together with wants and desperations

i miss that which has not appeared
you hold me closer in the mornings, but i'm not sure if it's out of cold or out of love.

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