Sunday, December 11, 2011

conversation

his words poured like a broken faucet
the water throbbed beneath my palms
it was lovely and deep
as though we were two
but, the water soon became waves
as the tongue rolled the eyes.

2 comments:

  1. Thanks! I've rarely had anytime to write just for myself and decided to write something before heading to bed. <3

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