Tuesday, February 22, 2011

A Familiar Astronomy

Chisel tired eyes who express how old this day has been brushing dust across the teeth. Bang bang on our daughters' birthdays ceasefire in July just bugs swimming in fire eating ebony-skinned firmament and you and me being common and sweet. Smiling just the way another warm body once did in the palm of tree trunk roots right before she kisses him unsurprisingly but expected in the only kind of way that will unfurl his fingers wanting only to touch. In conclusion there are ordinary ways to know the boredom of moist breath on your cheeks and he will love her for it.

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