Friday, July 29, 2011

Comatose.

If this is all we have, I will take it to sleep,

fluttering eyelids on a dimly lit screen. And soon,
soon we'll both fall asleep.


Your lips, my hand,
a half-awake dream.




Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Tipsy on love.





I feel myself sobering up.






It frightens me.