Thinking about your black stockings
and how your leg feels inside them.
Feeling the memory of the hem
above your knee, while mine are knocking.

Listening to the tick-tocking,
and the holes in my draughts;
I would hold my breath 'til you get back
and I hear your keys unlocking.

Smiling at a picture I saved
with the part of my brain
that won't let the things get away
that keep me alive and awake.

Waiting...and waking
only hours after folding
under the weight of holding
the air, where our love should be making.

07/08/2008

Posted on 07/08/2008
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