Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Demand & Disperse

You call my name out on the staircase
requesting an audience with my eyelids,
"join me in this frostbitten dance."

We all just want a smoke and a quick fix
turning to the ocean, 
eyeing for an escape
"wait for me."

Plunging together.
I left you a note attached to a nameless heart,
"don't tear this note apart."

Because my mouth filled with sand, 
I saw your eyes fill with 
lust.

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