Caught somewhere between
a hope of spring blossom
and threat of torrential rain,
we stretch into an existence
not quite in the moment;
not yet crossed over.

Standing on the outside,
toes sampling paradise,
grazing the inside,
you whisper through me
(heart in your throat)
quasi-audible I love yous.

Sprawled on the asphalt,
gravel under my gums,
breaking your fall
with my lack of strength -
I only feel loved
when I am needed

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dot
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And you only need me,
when you fall apart.

09/10/2003

Posted on 09/09/2003
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