Only interested in physical manifestations,
no forlorn desires to reach beneath
and
eloquent. even speaking of her
poking and prodding hipbone goodbyes,
only grazing the surface of where we've been.
Waiting for the second wave.
Unfocus. Blur.
Sinking.
I'm afraid to blink.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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