Thursday, December 15, 2005

Fragments... Pieces

My fingers blister from the lack of you.
We were walking and we saw, if you recall,
Two moons pulling us together when we tried
So hard,
Harder than diamonds
To stay apart.


If everything were right within this hailstorm
We could kiss as if the world were approaching fire.
Instead we laugh and push nothing so far
As to upset the imbalance of our total loss.