– feeds your head


smokefull moon

shadow play

on the wall

your face

and me

it is much too late


almost at an end


like velvet

a question

lingering like smoke

echoing in the air

what was it I said?

what was it you asked?

it gets lonelier still

and tears

glimmer in moonlight

I know this


like being trapped

must be the shadows

must be the moon

must be me


One response to “#2

  1. kaitlin December 1, 2010 at 14:05

    makes me want to drink alchoholic beverages

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