Staring over shoulders
empty rooms contemplate meaning
Strung on a body
Of hope, lust, and simple breathing
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Back arched and slumped
Forward, chin resting in hands
elbows dig holes in thighs
no emotions initiate the stand
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The ceiling wanders
or is it in my eyes
the conversation swirls
no attention to guise.
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Wanting
Your dance
My stumble
Our Advance
Comments (1)
hope and lust
they might be the same thing
Posted by samstecher | November 12, 2005 10:27 PM
Posted on November 12, 2005 22:27