an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

But Tonight

by: Stacy

Our lips met
like ocean waves and the shore -
chaotic peace, a warm shiver.

The feel of your palms on my spine
pulling me closer and holding me tighter
when I arrive

like clouds hugging sunrays -
instant warmth,
edges on fire.

Winds of warning sweeping in
from the heart,
howling through red lights and sirens.

But tonight I'm blind and deaf.

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