My Blood V.:Seclusion

February 13, 2010 at 9:03 pm | Posted in life | Leave a comment

I like to imagine you’re mine.
Head back, eyes closed, speaking a secret language. I fixate on your perfect lips and full moon eyes: the places your thoughts hide. I imagine your words, your voice, your skin. Then startle at the fluttering of shadows, forget to breathe. But it’s not you; it’s just the hungry branches of trees.

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