Saturday, December 17, 2005

you step on the hem of my pants
worn with memories before you
stained with a past that haunts
and defines me

your smell penetrates my fiber
as you hold me through the night
and then go home to her

your heart beats me senseless
as you dance me through the night
and let me drive home in the rain

"i'd probably be happier with you"
you say

your foot clamps down on a thread of hope
and my layer of defense
unravels at your will

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