I am stunted
in my need to elope,
with you or without you.
My hands recoil from this air,
from this touch.
My lungs can't hold your breath,
And my fingers burn at the smoothness
of your skin.
This sunset is interrupted by darkness.
To you, darkness means night.
To me, darkness means stars.

07/25/2002

Posted on 07/25/2002
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