Smoke Cloud. 2004

Thursday, August 17. 2006

smoke cloud. .04

I hang on your every word,
on the edge of my seat
teetering on the brink of
sanity
Something soothes me,
revives me~
that passion once
stifled
resurfaces
with the force
of 10,000 Broken Hearts
Behind closed doors,
my head is throbbing
insomnia
thunders in
vibrates to the crux
my shakes
disturb the flawless
smoke curtain
clouding our eye contact
So vital to this journey.
I've invited this
welcome matt~
Sit down & stay for a while
we can dance
our song
whispering through till
the end.
Won't you sing me the words,
remind me once again
what it was like
to truly and deeply
be in love.

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