it was anti-
climactic, our unravelling.
not at all as
intense as i'd laid awake
hours before, anticipating:
the reciprocating
of this new found
attraction. we were
just a fraction
of those souls; we were
just a gut reaction
of an alcoholic
afterthought.
we were just a moment
(lost in the throes and
undercurrent of celebration)
caught between
a homicidal dial tone,
a voice on the other end -
digitised, revised, realised.
and i was lost in the translation
of your salvation.

11/13/2006

Posted on 11/13/2006
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