.echoes.

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

8.02.2004

sink in softly
and slip under;
this morning is lost for clouds
and the words curling beneath the bed sheets
are the sweetest i've ever tasted.
unwrap this stark blue beauty
to unfold you gently
with intentions and hands
steady and sure.
i'll be found holding carefully
everything
i ever wanted wrapped like laughter
around my finger.

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