casually rough upon the mind
throughout my doubt,
our backs are agaisnt the doorways frame
insticts are but a foolish cry inside -


Seeing you now, the words are lost
but quickly replaced with touch
hoping you'll see the honesty of it -
placing a hand, a breath, so close


dark rivets within the eyes
shine like search lights for desire
calling for freedom
the only motion left unexplored
in the closing space between us

10/19/2002

Posted on 10/20/2002
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