25 août 2006

I guess I broke the pattern

I should probably write some more prose soon...

Untitled (a work in progress)

You have no idea
Tumble down my back
Eighty-seven water droplets
                         “Love is when”
Wrapped in a towel
Spicy chills tingle the inside creases of my elbows
Think of your evergreen eyes
                         I don’t bother hugging you too tightly
I’m going to the grocery store
Naked children play in the park
The same song playing on the radio
                         It will never be close enough
I’ve heard it twice this day
I mouth along
Dark and cloudy, unexpectedly balmy

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