Wednesday, March 23, 2011

92. She's a Waterfall

The future's forgotten darlings, empty pockets and all.
Standing at the foot of the bed, I watched you.
Studying your every last move, the way your nose crinkles, how your hair falls, the way your chest rises.
Empty pockets and all.
You're my home now, twisted in bedclothed disarray.
Empty pockets and all.

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