Sunday, November 29, 2009

3.

put it nicely. put it plain.
my arms around you shivering. they have free will.
they know the rain.
choo choo. wave.
bye now.

you are not real. once you were real.
my eyes can't find yours, deep. blue horizons.
i just want to feel.
hurry, there is no time.
smiles.

and gloves without fingertips, and shoes without soles,
and fingernails bitten, skin dry from the cold.
so the past is my every day, yours is forgotten,
and the future holds april may, apples gone rotten.
i can run through the streets at night, run through the snow.
i can bang on your door again, just to let you know.
that i am just skin and bones, hoping for flesh,
to touch mine with tenderness, i shrug off the rest.
a mess.

that was silly. said in fun.
my arms have still got you within. they are sad.
time to run.
vroom vroom. wave.
bye now.

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