Wednesday, June 10, 2009

forward retreat

i feel your warmth in every splatter of rain over my skin

i seek your cold stare in the morning sun

i am taunted by your deafening silence

i strangle by your loose embrace

i choke in the distance of our words




a breath apart

a myriad of reasons

a moment too soon

a moment too late

oh my sweet oxymoron!

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