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By darwin Date: 2006 Jun 26 Comment on this Work [[2006.06.26.12.01.31955]] |
| it comes on days like these. the days when the day starts gray and longing. longing for the rays of sun as they dip through the clouds. it's when i look at you as i fall out of bed, your eyes closed and your breathing even. it's that catch in my chest, in my heart. when i want to come back and feel your arms, tired, as they wrap around me as a reflex. that you pull yourself closer to me while running inside your dreams yet. i'm your magnet, your opposite polarity. as you are mine, and i feel you at all hours during the day. i feel you as i talk, the memory of your lips as they brushed this morning. the pressure of your hands as they hold onto mine. i feel you against my back the slight dampness between us from the warm night, and i feel these all while sitting away the hours of the day. and i wait for that one hour, that comes, when the bell rings and i head home to you. through the rush and madness of this world, through the pursuits of anger and envy that we all see. but i become blind to them. to the rain that falls and crowds the street with it's rivers. to the dirt of the city as the comes away beneath its baptism. |