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By darwin Date: 2005 May 24 Comment on this Work [[2005.05.24.14.07.25733]] |
| i can't say why. i can never say why the words don't come out the way i want them to. the way they sound when they are on the lips of someone, on a big screen, with that perfect background music. my words come out clumsy, and absurd. and i hear my voice, and think it's squeaky, and mouselike. why is that you find me sexy when i brush my teeth, when i sleep, when i look at you from over my shoulder. why is that the moments you find me most enticing are when i'm covered in dish suds, my hands in the dirt, and unbathed from working outside. but then my heart pounds still when i see you, when i know after a day of being away, i will always come back to you. come back to you and know you in ways i can't explain. know you because i can finally let go of that breath i've been holding onto all day, let my shoulders slide, and my eyes close. |