Wednesday, April 11, 2012


A vibration felt
beneath our feet
The smell of your body
musky, but fresh
like a recently washed
jumper that you've had since youth.

The air is thick
dense with humidity
And as it travels down
into our lungs
The heart quickens
'Release me from the cage'
as it pounds upon the door.

One step towards you
Eyes closed
and despite the loud surrounds
my head goes numb
Gogh's blank canvas
before the amass of paint.

The paint splashes
the canvas rips
and the moment, gone.

One step away from you
Eyes open
aware now of the problem
It was so obvious
Why didn't I notice the
glitter falling from the sky?

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