Sunday, September 20, 2009

blue eyes, glass pipe

this is a; red lace day

impossible to leave a fingerprint on the cat's paws, but, with hands wrapped around each other - i can feel every twitch of her fingertip, every pulse in her thumb with her skin pressed against mine.

and my heart races

my mouth runs dry and it takes every ounce of my will not to lean over and press my lips to hers

and the train pulls into the station

moment broken -

but never forgotten.

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