Thursday, September 9, 2010


Don't think me wanton,
Not self-indulgent.
My skin is alive.
Lightning strikes.
Did you mean to test me?
Did you want to taunt me?
Fire, wet fire.
I squirm beside you.
I look into your eyes.
You're somewhere else.
You're always some where else.
But it felt good for that one second.
You caught my breath in that one second.
You stopped the world in that one second.
Your hand reaches up to scratch your face,
To grab the pack and light a cigarette.
The wet is cold now.
Another cup of coffee.
Another drop of tear water.
Don't think me wanton,
Not self-indulgent,
I am just alone here next to you.
Please touch.


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