Friday, August 14, 2009


lost in between your thighs
and your sound
was a fragility
that could never be placed.
nor named.
the weight of your face was panned to the left and to the right
hungry yet still smiling
your chest on mine.

and i get so distracted with my head.
it comes and goes and comes again.
but loving you has never changed.
i was born to live like in the womb
(of you).

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