31 May 2006


I could sleep with your fingers inside me
I whispered
I could kiss you 'till the end of time.

I could look at this clear blue sky
and only see your eyes and I could stare
through mountains to get a glimpse of your smile.

I'm walking in a waking dream
I see images of you in the pool
of my coffee, your name on my dashboard
your whole being in the interstice of time.
I just can't count the seconds fast enough
until I really see you, really feel you
under the sun, in my arms, your lips on mine
making solid the ghost of you
who haunts me in my days.

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