Thursday, March 19, 2009

you're drunk and you have
no idea how beautiful
it is.
and i took a breath on the phone
and listened to your voice.
and the way you spoke,
and i swore i heard whispers in 
the asphalt when we walked the other day.
and then the blankets get pulled to high
and i can't breathe but i kiss you
and i'm filled with fresh air and my mind is gone
my spirit's weary but my face doesn't show.
but you lift my lungs
and kiss my spine 
and everything is fine. 
and everything ugly in the world is sad and beautiful
but we have desperate memories.
and i'm loving every minute of this.

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