we are misguided

I cried because I figured it was
expected of me you laughed only to
hear the sound become something
else entirely

sometimes i wish i didn't know you the way
my hands are always reaching reaching reaching
for ways to get inside of you

a warm throat
a warm smile
that look on your face

this is
never
going to go anywhere, is it

09/13/2007

Posted on 09/14/2007
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