route 66

(original post: july 30, 2007)

i wonder
how it would be,
just him and me,
fighting against the world,
breaking the fences,
outsmarting our senses,
and laughing into the wind,
with no one to lean on
or ask definitions,
and build our own
roman world,
with daylight and
dusk
riding our taillights,
alone
but alone together,
unfurled.

k.

sometimes i wonder if the truth is possible, if its as strong as it screams. i find it hard to believe that someone could love me the way they speak, the way i want. i'm a siren of sorts, but maybe only to myself, whispering redemption under uneven tides. the full moon must be tired of my merchant heart...