Sunday, December 23, 2007

we're at hole 10
where'd the first 9 go
i want to explain me
but you already know

i am way too exposed
so open and surprised
that this fearful wall of ice
melts when i feel your eyes

i'm cold and hot at once you see
your hands seem to find where they should be
if you could just lie here with me
and let me read you "the giving tree"

i'd twirl your hair in my fingers
and kiss you on your forehead
feel your hands on my back
trace the outline of your mouth
tell you i am here,
i am
not even close to punking out

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