Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Whatever Is Eloquent
A black bandanna is all that protects the heart on my sleeve from the outside world. I could not hope for the lights on the dancefloor to sparkle in my eyes. You heal me with your feathered caresses. You ask me where I've been all your life? I've been here the entire time, a pearl among the stones. And I get to sleep tonight with your scent lingering in the sheets, my senses holding my longing heart hostage until you grace me with the presence once again.
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