Tuesday, August 7, 2012

he sits on the 
seen shore,
through screens ad pixels
and smoke hazes of
electricity.
i want to touch
him so badly.
want to slowly sift
ourselves through
sun dried showers
of water 

with him

be with him
all day every day
all the time
     -          at least in the 
same space i can 
read your

body

         well.

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