The warehouse echoes everything I can't feel
Music pounding in our brains
Bodies naked and pulsating against flashing lights
I hold you and you hold me
There is something thrilling about you.
And no, its not your money and your nice things
Its you, the nuances, the quiet hesitancy, the determined patience, the way you hold art in between your fingers, your vulnerability that momentarily shows when the wind blows the curtains back.
I wish you could be more of you, than more of all that.
I could love you, possibly.
But you terrify me with those velvet curtains you wrap so tightly
around your skin.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Today I am exhilaratingly happy.
Maybe it's the dinners and walking hand in hand
through galleries and sipping sunrises over clams.
Or, the dancing in dimly lit corners,
deliriously smoking on rooftops,
the cool beach air blowing through our fingertips,
the good friends and family and the laughing,
Oh how I've missed the laughing!
Maybe it's the dinners and walking hand in hand
through galleries and sipping sunrises over clams.
Or, the dancing in dimly lit corners,
deliriously smoking on rooftops,
the cool beach air blowing through our fingertips,
the good friends and family and the laughing,
Oh how I've missed the laughing!
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Monday, October 4, 2010
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