Wednesday, January 26, 2011

your unknown.

Pulled into you and everything is buzzing.

A dark room and a pint of beer. How could I have done it differently?

Sometimes we get so caught up in being tragic.

The sun sets and the ice continues. A crackling sound as it hits the ground, shuffling homeward slightly under the influence. Earlier, the snow flakes flitting, floating upward, cold kisses on bare cheeks.

Bring me wild eyes, my dear.

Place your arm around my shoulder and I will curl into you. As we slow down, our heartbeats race.

What you cannot say aloud...


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