You say the things that make
my eyes close, not the words
but the subtleties of speach
your personalized tones and
inflections, the warbles of your
insecure rants, I remember these
on the Glaring beaches of the Gulf
My first glimpse of the awe that
is the flat rolling plain of water
Oceanic my memories waver
and i keep feeling the heartstings
tighten down, small flesh escaping
the binding wire of lonliness

11/09/2001

Posted on 11/09/2001
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