Wednesday, November 25, 2009


I walk gently on these egg shells
the labyrinth of your fingers
weave me together in a knot
and I am lost to you
quietly and gently
I sail the loss in your eyes, my oars dipping deep
in that still night with the stars like fireflies
twinkling in the sky
and tomorrow a promise kept
I would rather not hold you to it
In this I ask for nothing
demand no more or less of you
expectation cannot exist
It is what it is
I wish I'd learned that I long time ago
all those cuts and bruises
all those sad goodbyes
I fold myself into the pit of your dis(arm)ing smile
this is the life
this is

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