.echoes.

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

3.05.2006

almost is an instant
following the lines on our palms
to our dirty fingernails.
we realize so little
until the dawn breaks half light
over swollen cheeks...
you knew i had_
no, never.
words swallow themselves, see that we
find satisfaction, until
discovery rears its scorched head.
life is green,
sweet chartruse locked; the color of
cement in progress.
we slow to breathe a colorless
weakness
showing the weighless air of
some sky ringing through boughs of a
stray glance.
starry night breathes alchemic
symmetry; we sigh under the
light of sinking passion. graceful,
eyes follow the lines of a
corset, silk beauty contrast against
fairness in skin.
every breath escaping our lips is
unspoken in sight; i'll trip over
myself
just trying to get here.