Wednesday, November 9, 2011

DAy 841: weather

she loved me for my climate
the temper of my skin tone
the magma in my blood
how everything about me could make her sweat
keep her unsteady
i wonder how she would love me
cold in every crevice
nothing about me ready to hold her

teach me to be the perfect kind of forever
a simple kind of balance
something that makes sense

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