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I can see our bodies swaying, I can feel our breaths hitching. This is what we've been waiting for, this close proximity. So far apart on the earth, merely inches on a map, now here we are. Our  skin scratching, yearning for another touch. Bodies around us  envelope us and we are in a cacoon separated from reality. This is just how we wanted it, how it should be. A laugh, a smile, a song, a touch. A kiss, an embrace, closer, an applause, a smile, a laugh, a kiss. We are timed, this moment is not forever, nor is forever in this moment. This is our memory, this is the last scene when I fall asleep. The sand in the hour glass is falling, it's slipping and dropping and landing. The hour glass is glued to the table, the table is nailed to the floor. We need more. Another kiss, another dance, another song, a tear, a heart so torn, a heart so fragile, a hug, an end, a silence. It's over, this is it, a car crash to end our road trip, a journey well lived, now finished. We leave and leave it at that, once our lips were inches apart, now our location on a map are equal to that length. I lie in bed, I count sheep, I feel my lips, I clasp my hands, and it doesn't feel like yours.

A sigh,
A sleep,
A morning,
A realization,
A dream.
"i wish again, but my wishes fall short every time."

Old poem 01.

I have a few old ones I want to put in this gallery.
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Heroinx-x Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2011   Photographer
The hour glass is glued to the table, the table is nailed to the floor. <--:thumbsup:

this pulls you in from start to finish/
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airehkah Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2011
thank you so much (:
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