I slid from sheaths of bedding
And shivered into a coat of goosebumps.
The wind made my lips bleed.
I saw your scared face
Floating up an escalator
And when the lady in the ruffled blouse flapped her arms
She filled up the whole hallway
Like a bird.
We kept giving each other kisses
Then we were kissing each other.
When the light came on
Our eyes were like tipped-over empty buckets.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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i really enjoyed thissss.
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