We All Fall DownSoft, soft. Soft footsteps, soft earth squeezing between bare toes, rings rough and moist against the pale, taut skin, soft whispersWe All Fall Down
rustling the dangling tendrils, the soft, forgotten voice of the wind.
Soft, soft, soft, comes the whisper through the leaves,
soft, wind pulls aside strands of hair to whisper in her ear, soft.
Eyes closed, she presses her body against the ground, digging through the soft earth
with her toes, the curve of her back matching the soft curve of the Earth. Cool air, soft, soft, rushes through her, shivers pulsing all through to her toes, the smooth arch of
LettersIt never would have worked between us my dear. On the one hand, I, words falling neatly into place, their perfect places, on the other hand, you, a perfect hodge-podge of jumbled letters, at once the most certain and most meaningless word of them all. We could never have found the orderLetters
for them, would never have restored the order, because you never could get it right, dear,
writing your Es before Is like the words don't notice anything but their place in a sentence. You would let the letters trip over each other, get all out of hand,
because it takes cour
A Rose, For LoveYesterday when I was sitting in bed, you came by to give me a flower. A rose, for love. You should sleep, you said nervously, glancing at the clock because you have a report due tomorrow, counting down seconds, no time for a kiss.A Rose, For Love
You look embarrassed about the kiss and try to hide it by tucking me into bed, but I know you’re thinking of tomorrow and not me. I brought a flower, you say nervously. Take the clock with you, I think, it won’t let you sleep.
I wonder what you think about when you sleep, the report maybe, or me, my kiss you always owe
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I`m one of those good things that happen to people. : )
i love, i live, i am photography,photography,
so think of me sweetly.
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vancnart
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vancnart
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