Sunday, November 1, 2009

Day 104: synchronized

She tasted like home

But only on the weekends

When time was spent beneath sheets

When we could stay up as late as we wanted to

That’s when we should sleep


Nights on the eves of papers and test to distant from our skin to feel anything especially pertinent

we laid awake upon each other

Synchronizing or breaths and kissing ourlips swollen

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