You saved my poems? Oh, I see. Well, none of them were for you. You see, when it comes right down to the line, the quick of my nails, I say I am brave, but I am not.
Now and then you might kiss me. You might save my poems and we might pray together or at the same time in different rooms doors closed over each other. We might have a long hesitant slide towards the end of pretending I don't pray the end of eyes focused on the ceiling above your head. Inside my chest is a scoop of ice cream. You will never lick it out. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [email protected] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
