Monday, February 20, 2012

appetite.

my mind tends to wander.

i(t) feel(s) mostly empty

except for thoughts
of her
         you know

(of you, if you're
   reading this)

(

with half-smile

half-bitten lip

        you know

of me.


with bruised hands,
on your bruised hips.

with bruised hips
in my hands.

)

my mind tends to wonder.

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