Walking the way
you'd walk in the dark
if you knew you had someone
to fall on.

The insomniacs symphony
of the brain
playing every score
till deaths end in his head.

I carried her slowly
up the plank
and into my saucer.
The warmth of her thighs on my
fingers threatened to make me
drop you.

Our silhouettes faded
as the ship door closed
And you really just had to be there.

She sat on the steel floor
hands atop her knobby knees
feet planted far apart as if afraid
of one another.

And a single solitary tear
rolled down her face and onto her throat
ran along the curve of her breast
skipped off the edge of her nipple and dissapeared
somewhere inside her.

I went in to retrieve it
and came out
to find her gone.

10/18/2008

Posted on 10/18/2008
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