Wednesday 16 December 2009

Crush




Faintest snow keeps falling.
Hands around your waist, nameless, standing cold.
Like a breath. Like a breath.
Take in restraint like a breath.
My lungs are so numb from holding back.
Walk close to the fence. Feel it hit your clothes.
Turn and smile nice.....
Smile say goodnight, say goodnight.
In a breath.
In a breath.

Simple discourse
cuts you clean in half.

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