.echoes.

a million words flutter about my head like confused butterflies in a summery haze

8.18.2004

God bless this eveninglight
seeping in sleepily from
under the door
to see you lose yourself inside (me,
giving in to all the desire
you never thought you'd feel
in such vivid colors
curled beneath these bedsheets;
yous skin shimmers with a sleep-sweet glow
and the bittersweet tears that fall
for the time as it slips away

and i would get drunk with every breath
that escapes your lips
sending me farther into a bliss
created by the very threads of your being

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