"i slip another moment / down my throat like poetry."

m. in love again.

himeherhimherhimher- well i am neither -and my heart stillhasn’t stopped beatingas if to remind mei cannot playboth partsof this relationship

wow. this has something so undescribable about it. the fast, sharp and snap shot images of everything blended together building, tension, atmosphere, fear, emotion...its beautifully written and put together. just love it.

many stanxas i especially adore in this one.

slipping out of the roomin and out - him and her –himeherhimherhimher- well i am neither -and my heart stillhasn’t stopped beatingas if to remind mei cannot playboth partsof this relationship

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slip another momentdown my throat like poetryand French wine caught ina crystal flute

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i try a little too hard.time piece catcher,dream collector.

&i keep crossing and uncrossingand when i wake my perfumessmell so much of hers and myeyes so wide with fright i thinkthat maybejust maybesleek black hair is nowworked back from smooth templesinto a coronet of blonde may day hair.

&i had his distinctive archand his smile upon my lips

well i just realised i ended up copying nearly the whole poem... but i guess that's agood think.

xkaro

you paint alot of pretty pictures that are somewhat sick in my mind. gorgeous write. I didn't get the last verse though.