my lips feel dryer these days

they miss the ambiance of a rhythm

created by two...



and this dance has been danced

by people, not too unlike us, since the beginning of time.

an innocent, consensual plagiarism

of hushed breaths

seeing the black behind our eyes.

... we will keep this hidden in our minds.



while i feel like myself

it's the me of another time

a girl soaked in pungent naivety at seventeen.

and while i am reminded of the fact

that the shortest distance between two ::hearts:: is a straight line



i am aware of the barriers,

placed with an intricate defiance along that line..

unrequited desires.

that defy all sense and logic

and are artificially passing:

simple breezes of blindness that creep up on this young girl.

02/18/2006

Posted on 03/07/2010
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