Apr 20, 2012
Books, notes, a pen / always tucked it behind an ear. / You linger by me (but these are all that's left to touch).
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Books, notes, a pen / always tucked it behind an ear. / You linger by me (but these are all that's left to touch).
Threw stones at the stars / and the whole sky fell - the moon, first. / You, last, pulled from me.
Coffee rings align / on tables, their makers busy. / Plotting lines with skin.
I meditate on / landscapes, bends and crooked curves. / You've always been my world.
Blood raining down, cascading / Tears sneaking out unwanted. / Your breathing stopped, Sam. (Did you expect anything less?)
Honed, stone-cold killers / Seeking revenge, finding love / In between their legs
Summer and winter / What are seasons to us who've / conquered each other?
Held you long ago / fleeing Death fast. Holding now, / but my purpose has changed.