Dec 13, 2004 01:32
eyes so fucking feirce.
only a string of colored x mas lights can reveil the dark
thick line. like the equator on a map.
i navigate by her jaw and chin.
the blue pierces me, even when i am half asleep.
like cold air hitting warm lungs high above the street.
loungin in a tree.
i'm thinking about that night.
why didnt i just use my sharp wit to carve into the bark.
i love that tree.
like a hand. raising us up to the night.
raising up a toast.
i looked down at the white table clothe below.
some call it snow.
this feast, that we call existance, i think gets tastier
with every passing guesture.
julie. just shut up.
just shut up and fall asleep.