domingo, octubre 24, 2010

A Wild Sheep Chase.

I stopped reading the book, started to daydream;
I wanted to see us kiss, so I made us kiss.
Your hand swimming in my hair;
the soft scent of your lips.
Eyes closed. The sunlight warm against my face.
I blush (you smile).
The book, frozen in page 176, waits.

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