Wednesday, April 14, 2010

paths (lost, regained)

Moonlight.
Illumination.

Driving toward desire
The ever delicate,
all consuming,
love-lust.

Thinking about her touch
What she tastes like.

We're like those two lover's in the movie.

I the writer,
her the socialite.

The two of us

hustling

for something meaningful.
Something that's not loneliness.
Something like love.

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