26th July 2005
wearing dead skin on our body
stillness pouring out in cold sweat
forming damp maps on the sheet
and we lie silently with our eyes wide open
thinking of places we had imagined to be
of smells that filled our fingernails
of tastes that lingered on our eyelashes
and we slowly breathe in the wetness
of words unspoken
of wrinkles untouched
next to each other
quietly alone
Labels: poetry
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