sharp as the first step on a hardwood floor on a cold morning in a
vacation cabin in the woods
primary shapes lose soft drunken edges
life focuses from blurry over-chlorinated underwater vision
I open my eyes when we kiss
like getting eyeglasses for the first time and realizing
you've never seen anything as it truly was before
promises re-spoken sting my face again and again like hard summer rain
coins in clenched fists standing like a child in front of a fountain
feeling small
vulnerable (all hers...)
I'm scared but
she's so
her
searing clear
the way the world looks when I'm addicted
eyes glazed pink as desperate shakes subside
purging the only need needed
dream requited
breath me in and let me stay
Author notes
This time, I'm not feeling these things alone-
Written August 21st, 2003
What did you think
Comments
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I LOVE this...! Just... wow... I dunno, but it's gorgeous. Am off to go read more of yours...
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I am soooo happy for you Brandon. Wow...this is an amazing write..cuts to the core.
Huggles,
~*Shanna*~ -
wow, bran. this is a great write.
i'm glad to see you happy.
imagery, as always, fantastic. i can feel this being said aloud, and i think that's fantastic.
ophelia
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