Monday, January 18, 2010

Drawing Game cont.,

Did it make your heart race faster still?
And is it all so undemanding
now that it unravels at your feet, down the long expanse of time yet to come?

Well, no, I suppose not

I suppose it meant little to you
as these things go
I suppose it was just an inaudible pass
of fluids between beings
She admits it now
I was charmed by your advances

And isn't it just wild how the burden of supposition in a crowded room holds no weight?
How it thrives in the unsettled gusts that surround you
passing through the clamoring mouths while you fall, again, silent and still

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