Friday, September 17, 2010


my legs
squirm their way into your space-
and when they find solid ground,
we sigh-
as though it took
a century
rather than just a minute
but there are no clocks in our view...
time has been fatherly
and the minutes passed
have treated us kindly.
yet, i search for some measurement of speed-
something to calculate this time,
but the moon's been hiding outside-
far away from under the covers.
and we haven't left the bed long enough
for the heat to escape,
the mattress worn to our shapes.
i lift my lashes to see your face-
tricks me into thinking i could
live without the sun.

i kiss the lips that keep me smiling
and lie defenseless in the web you've spun.

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