By Jenna Holland (poetic_angel@gurlmail.com)
Date: 17 May 2000
Against the Glass
You were asleep,
Passed out, drunk
The night of cigarettes,
After Shock, and
Burnt movies was over
I woke you up
And slipped you
Out my back door,
With no words exchanged
The door closed,
And locked,
You disappeared over my deck
*Sigh*
Where's the rest of the
After Shock?
I just began my search when
I heard a tapping at the glass
There you were,
Upon the stairs,
Standing on the opposite side
Of the glass
Staring...
Breathing heavily
Your hot breath forming a
Round circle of fog on the glass
The excess flowing back,
Across your face
Did he forget something?
I reached for the door handle
In the same moment,
You pressed your lips
Against the glass
I breathed deeply,
Confused at the
Childish gesture
Nevertheless,
I returned the expectation
As my lips touched
The cold surface,
Yours pulled away
Leaving laughter
Frozen in the cold still air
And a faint impression
Of your lips remained on the glass
Just as it does on my heart
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