Monday, February 23, 2009

5:16 a.m.

twisting. unreeling. searching.
for you through the sea of our sheets.

my hands travel the void on our full size.
to hang senselessly onto your silhouette.

to this, we drift.
as I safely cling to the sun on your back.

the most tender. most sincere.
moments are conducted here.

between dreams and morning day.
listening. so quietly. listening.

to the breath that vacations so shortly.
to be there.

i will unzip your chest.
and crawl inside.


mom said...

wow, that is beautiful

Kurtis Bowersock said...

If this is the stuff you're writing... then you're definitely excused from any other art projects! Keep Writing Fool!!!