breath on my neck
a comfortable solution
to the hands 'round my back
keeping me in
this dream that i have
where everything works
and the time doesn't sap
interest from hearts
and distance is no scab
in this better place
and merely impatient
for bigger things.
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2 comments:
awwww! that's the sweetest poem i've ever read with the word "scab" in it.
;-)
doh! (i'm still popular.)
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