Sunday, April 14, 2002

i remembered too

she knows
her fingers moving sure
pleating the folds of hair
arranging and perfecting
she thinks she remembers
times of life, blood
yet to be spilled, waiting
pooled green underneath skin
instead of crimson rivulets
your arms remember when
you were unscarred
and i paid no attention
she runs taking with her
slippery pieces gushing they're
falling out of your hands
and now i'm left
lusting after the impossible
or is it the purest of intentions,
a kiss gently placed
the way i look at you.
do you understand?

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