please excuse me,
it's just that i keep
thinking that you are too
beautiful to behold, and
every time i try to touch
you, i feel your skin melt
beneath my fingertips into some
molten magma that belongs deep
within and has been there
for some time.

or at least, should have.

it was not the gentle light
that flew across your face
or the smell of strawberries
in the air; it was not the
supermarket where we kissed
or the room where my bedsheets
hugged us like static cling
(that's not to say, of course,
that you are not electric):

because we have been no where
for eternities, and it kills me
but i can see our bodies
slowly falling apart

10/17/2004

Author's Note: work in progress. i don't know if this portrays how i really feel.

Posted on 10/18/2004
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