Tuesday, May 18, 2010

As one

Our hearts beat in sync
while you lay naked on the mattress.
We lie and we think
about the stories of hours past.

Your fingers touch my hair
along the gap between my ear and neck.
I inhale and stare;
harmonic gentle creature.

You reach for the phone;
Existence defined by whens and whos.
When we are all alone
the pressure tends to stop.

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