Nov 8, 2004
Insomniac musings and doubting love

 

My finger runs down
Your bare chest
A blaring
Satin sunset
In the darkness of our isolation

Outside
The flicker of streetlamps
Starlight
The random drone of buses
A black cat pouncing
On trash cans
Claim the stillness

But all I want to hear
Is the drumbeat
Of your heart and your breath
Steady
Furious
And consuming
As the moon or
The ocean before sunrise
 

So that maybe
In this effervescent moment
Of infinity
Sheltered in the heaviness
Of your arms
I can also be sheltered
By the prevarication
That there’s nothing wrong

Nothing wrong

 


Posted at 08:42 pm by vihuela

angelica
November 9, 2004   04:12 AM PST
 
interesting...
 

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