To count your eyelashes
the risings and collapsings
of your molded chest
I'd set myself asunder
fall to the thunder
and make myself your home
To fall, to drift
I dream of you
partial silhouettes
rotating faces of lovers
and friends and crushes I have known
Will you be frightened
or elated
at the mounds of poetry
I wrote of you
before we even met?
Friday, July 3, 2009
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