May 8, 2008

i didn't.

i didn't get any writing done tonight because i keep thinking about the poetry you burn into my bare skin...
how the mere thought of your warm body next to mine...
is keeping me comfortable at night...
even through this summer heat...

i'm thinking about how many mountains i can move with you...
and how my heart would fit perfect in your bottom drawer...
it's yours.

it's getting harder and harder to sleep...
when time...
is what keeps me up at night...

i keep wondering when the weather will subside...
and we can play together like the wind once again...

we're flying...

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