June 23 2008
sound explosion
Captured in a draft, a backwards motion of heat eating all my oxygen.
A heart beat next to mine all this time, and yet the echo resonates in his absence.
Collaborate and swindle all the moments we can share, and break off tiny pieces of each other to decorate the iris of our eyes with reflections of every last time.
Take my mouth to yours and fall against forever, push against the possibility of unknown.
Because tonight we cannot know and silence never tasted so perfect.
The face beneath my hands means what it means to mean and is what it ought to be yet cannot know it is.
The hands against my face take what they mean to take and steal what they do not realize their taking takes.
Bare against a thunderstorm that rages behind my back, meant to sweep in after me, to cover all my tracks.
xoxox
xoxox
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