Saturday, March 28, 2009

Je frissonne comme une feuille en automne.

sluggish sorrow,
and then -
relief!
in the form of the words
"I love you"
words which
so short and simple,
manage to make malheur melt
and evoke endless electric grins
so strong i feel i will be torn in two
and,
those words made more potent still,
because they came from a place of magic,
and peace;
they came from a place which
i feel so lucky ( as if i was a...
vagrant who found a diamond ring-
and rather than sell it, kept it-
wrapped around his finger-
because he knew it was-
the most special thing-
he could ever have )
to have known
those words
came from
your lips.

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