Monday, November 16, 2009

It is still,

lowering our lids

Resigned to the

shit we spit last

night, you're

denying,

I'm pleading

quiet

on

infinite

reservations


We

held-


It is still

with you.


Exhaling

velvet

You turn your head and pretend


disassociation is your only vice but


I felt it


It is still

with you-


Everything.


and

recalling each hesitation luring you

from love I imagine the still and

its stillness enough


with you.

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