| between lovers and friends |
| a cotton film between flesh and brick a burning inch between shoulders that may never � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � brush � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � again. unneccessary � � � � � � � � � � �to turn and face the fading eyes of the storm i've caught up in � � � � � � � � � � �to turn from the perfect sun and back to you but all i want to do is reach through your off-kilter smile; let my fingers mingle in the fleshy pink mile where so many secrets were born to breath, while my lips (wet and breathless) once replied. � dragged back into your gaze by helpless comparisons between last years' matresses, lopsided and weighed down with seasalt, dust, and sunstreaked lust; - and the cool red of this morning's brick wall, silent as it casts a shadow over skittish palms that seem almost sore at their solitude. your eyes pull at my tears, a magnificent display of my weakness or your strength, that familiar and uncanny knack you always had for inflicting pain with each helpless glance. my eyes pull at the burning inch, turning over in it's fury i watch it as it grows.... |