This room feels more lived in now,
My mouth tastes more lived in
a bitter herb licked from the roof of my mouth.
That one warm breeze
surprising us and making us look in eyes for
the first time that day
forgetting what we were waiting for
just holding that touch in our mouths
and letting out what we didn't swallow.
Water heavy over rocks
suddenly
unable to be anywhere but on our knees.
jan 4, 09
1 comment:
I love the last line.
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