Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Emptiness

(also called "a bit sloppy but it struggled out of me")


Fill it.
Mocking space
Midnight room

With you
With you

Fingers, forearms
Shoulders, calves
Your chest, your breath
You

We haven’t met
But do you remember
The last time we parted?

I’m afraid I’ve forgotten
Where we promised to meet
But I’m waiting
In my

Midnight room
Mocking space.

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