Sunday, January 11, 2009

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everyday i become more disentangled from you. 
ive untwisted the plastic from the loaf again; and
Become
the warmth of 
your skin against mine, the smell of your collar
bones and the steam from the shower after your
baths. our teal room of rest and yellow guest. 
purple for dining and magenta; the office. 
Dusk walks. 
i am fallen with the way your eyes see the world. almond
shaped and innocent there from behind the lens and
out into the lighted scene. 

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