Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Word 'alone'

the circle in a room full of rectangles
I trace my fingers around your beautiful, invisible lines
I hum a song to the transcendence of my head
you have so many possibilities
it is an ache
it is the violent need to scream or laugh
a secret fills the room like jasmine
you are a burning ember of hope and love
I curl up in your open arms
I stretch myself way out, to fill all the cracks of your floors

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