November 25, 2011
#4 Corners
Well, there were corners
of small things and wicked.
Meteors that burst into laughter
when the pillows squeaked.
We stared into our eyes as you
penetrated my vision of the imaginary
axis and I rolled down your neck.
Corners of our eyes, corners of
yesterdays, just escaped us breathing
of silence.
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