and i'll admit
summer balcony
rustling leaves
stinging nettles
i was yours
and i forgave
pain, torture, interference
endurance
and i forget
ways we opened up
ways i loved you
ways you came alive
and i have lied
early morning
that creeps against your skin
stole away
deep into the night;
eternity
and i have learnt
creek by the morning
escape by night
air rushing to meet the sky
left by the burning
exploding in our hearts' black box
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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