Thursday, September 24, 2009

Found


unsown, loose buttons
stripped clothing
draped over banisters
that lead up to your rooftop terrace
where
the sky hangs
clouds cave
my knees crumble;
embrace my

embrace my
bare my -
(keep walking), dear skin
with
sleepy, closed eyes
laced up sneakers
to wear to bed,
scuff-marked soles
of heals dug deep into plywood floors
creaking as we make our way between
my abandoned house of reveries;
tongue curled amid clenched teeth,
pointed elbows jolted,
bone-straight fists,
scared to sleep alone
against washed-up heartbeats.

I bid you a goodnight.

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