little darlin

Oct 19, 2004 23:46

i feel the ice slowly forming over each doorframe
indian summer was only a dream
last night after you went to bed on a full stomach
and the paintings spoke to you and poppa was there to ease your worried mind
all of the voices spoke in a choir
harmony
harm
oooooh
the guitar pulls you along
on a w h i m s i c a l string
my mind wanders to palm trees
leaning agianst the darkened sky
where the streets smell warm
sickening
delicious
a warm breath to soothe you to sleep
rollover. sigh
find comfort in the body next to you
that is not yours to have
i drank two bottles of cheap sweet wine
and rolled around with you deciphering japanese characters and you and i waxed nostalgic
over racine
chaka khan
a bit of barkeepers friend
so i visit every day even though you are miles away
we eat sushi and wear kimonos just like the storybooks said
and everything is as it should be.
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