Monday, October 24, 2011

Two Hours In ★★★★

A hundred miles from anything I know
in a place that seems familiar
The moon is so bright
that the trees cast shifting shadows over me
I watch my breath hang in the air
like my feelings in my throat
As I think about the way
that kissing is reminiscent
of a certain brand
of cream soda
And everything is so still
And I am still
And I am racing
electric on so many upon many
tiny fibers
weaving into thoughts inside me
Delight or abandon
Right now there is nothing
outside of this point
I am devoured
And the radio chimes in
Don't forget this feeling

Don't forget this feeling

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