Friday, March 21, 2008

inside the drum

(original post: september 30, 2007)

so fervently, you,
a wonderful question
inside such soft skin -
did you think
those sweet nothings
were just that?
no, no...
nothing can be
to someone who doesn't have
anything, and
underneath my
new curtains
and package of
wife beaters
there is a vastness
untouchable by
even the sahara.
your nothings left me
eager, but
so, so cold,
and in this frigid
hole i wonder
when i can have
nothing again.
lovely, these bones,
these solid words
that pour
over your lips,
into my ears,
and down
my spine.


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