Friday, May 13, 2005

still stranded in your nonsense

our eyes have searched for us
our glances meet
from across the smoky room
you avoid my love
like the plague of loose lovers
you've held in my wake
with each careless interaction
I still find myself weak in the knees
holding my breath
and stuttering words of nonsense
into our shared space
of interest in each other.

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