Sunday, March 28, 2010

beside me. listening to the oldies
touching my hair.
when the sun hits your skin
freckles emerge.
like blonding garlic and onions in a pan
you seem to become transparent.
your eyes would sometimes become vacant
but i know where you are.
i am there too.
listening to cbc through closed doors.
fall asleep with my hand around your waist.
wake up to flickering eyes.

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