By sarah dragonfleyes@excite.com
Date: 6 February 2001
We Are
i wanted to find you behind a paragraph. With brightly lit words forcing out thoughts, and reclaiming my memory. I looked for you behind still lifes, and the dried oils of paint. I wandered through city streets, thick in concrete and smog. Searching through blue suits, corduroys, ripped jeans and khakis. I would sit and watch, wondering if I appeared demur. Wondering when my eye would fall on you and catch. Would you see me from afar, and saunter over. With a flash of teeth and crinkle of eyes. I wanted you to be bold. I wanted you to be a statement, an opening sentence for my thesis. Your words hanging out of you, and struggling for their own lives as they took flight. Instead you appeared in the quiet hush of evening, with frost laden doors, and steaming cups of java. You came upon me with a gentle smile and touch, with soft spoken words that tickle now in my ears at night. You are not bold and bright, you do not force. You hold me in your arms like i'm the most fragile porceline. You kiss me with your lips, and taste me, like i'm a gourmet treat for your long starved mouth. We now create the still lifes, the beauty caught in moments. We are the words that take flight and live in the air of this world. We are as this life intended. We are beauty. We are.
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