Sunday, April 26, 2009

house, m.d.

Swaying.

Feet aren't steady, but your walk sharp.
Your laugh bright, shirt off.

Collar tight, voice soft.
Strings balanced and head cocked.

I'm out of breath just looking at you.
My hair curled, yours too.

Fingers clasped, arms stiff.
Music high, lights dim.

Mind wanders, hands touch.
Time moves, we don't.

I'm out of breath just looking at you.
Your eyes grinned, mine too.

Rhythm gone, pulse fast.
I'm out of breath just looking at you.









Can't write tonight. Can't think tonight. Can't move tonight for fear of forgetting.

1 comment:

Me. said...

curiosity peaked.