Saturday, March 26, 2005
beauty reaerly surpasses distance
but our bodies are full of static charge
and late night talks over cigerettes
and miles of roads that cease to end
prove that time cant stall
even the deepest of attraction
and personal confessions
we've been longing to spill
locked between our collar bones and ribs
we can sceam meaning by whispering secrets
over scratchy speakers
and eye contact that leave us filled
with a desire to envelope
this into something more
.dyas go by and i still think of you