Friday, December 29, 2006


a dim basement filled with sand coloured
corduroy furniture, some patches thin as silk
// your parents walked lightly
on the ceiling and midnight
was the hour that never changed
in the waxy warmth of burning candles:
our glossed lips,
our caramel perfume,
plastic jewelry and curls of smoke
in long brown hair,
in all seriousness.


At 11:40 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oohh, so beatiful. and perfect ending.


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