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By darwin Date: 2004 Aug 05 Comment on this Work [[2004.08.05.14.00.26651]] |
| i woke up to your crackling voice singing happy birthday, in it's broken down 2 a.m. i've been working all night rendition. you pulled me closer until our skin was suctioned to each other. slightly damp with warm moist air from a humid night again. your grizzled skin nuzzles against my earlobe telling me that you met when I was 24, and where did the years go? When did time fly and we became what we are now. when we were both broken down relics of previous people, and just trying to figure out who we were again. and we've picked up the pieces over the years and we've smothered ourselves with tears and bandaids, and the occasional take out of sesame chicken. it almost seems that this happiness if finite, and there must be an end. i'm looking for the improbable and impossible, attempting sympathy and empathy for myself in the span of one birthday. i wonder where you will end, and i hate that day already. i hate that moment that pins you as gone from my life one day in the future. whether death, flight, natural disaster, or my own asinine personality. i wander when the halt will happen. but for this moment, i'll feel your remnants of a beard abrasive against my skin, and i'll feel your calloused hardened hand on my breast. and i'll lead you in the dance lovers often dance at 2 a.m. |