Hip-wide and heavy, the noon light

presses the room into a small ball

      Eyes open and close, waiting.

      The pipelines bleeding sound

      into our miniature city, we:

watching you, watch me

not watching me, I

watch you attentively.



(hands wringing, mouthing a swear.

Affirmation willing, still thinking

always no)

09/14/2005

Author's Note: This was a moment I wanted to remember and I couldn't just get myself to capture it. I worry I've romanticized it somehow, I really just want it to be authentic. No posing.

Posted on 09/15/2005
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