with the door closed
the ceiling fan roams
moving in sweet sweet curves around the center of the world
the soothing calm of sound mundane
whispering over the noise of a shifting mind
racing as fast as my pacing heart
awaken by the trigger
of your slender wrists
hand in hand in hand on sheets
as blind fingers seek
down up they creep
no sleep for the wicked when emotion flows foul
like staleness of water
left from two nites before
echo let go you know
this is the beginning of the end
posted by fillshe @ 12:46 AM
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