Friday, 21 August 2009

You.

And oh, how you make the world work.
All the everything is alive,
electric fizzing;
air is thick,
my voice struggles up.
Half-smile curls stomach,
shallow breathing,
secret mind held shots
will remain.
Wonderful, fleeting you.
Heart thumper, fingertip touch shocks.
Everything is new.

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