9.16.2007

Hopes at the door

Just sweetness, now. softened pale sighs into the embrace i can find anytime. any hour. any night crawled from the joy above the caterwaul of forgetting.

Fucking simple, perfect, pure love long written out in diaries left to the crackling of wooden floors.

Trying to capture a piece of her sleeping whisper.

The way my heart beats.

And she's kissing me.

The only last two dreams come true.

Comet. stars.

The arc.

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