Friday, January 14, 2011

i

it starts with a sinking
it beats
runs
splits
to seconds
of doubts
anxiety
palpates between
blinks
that link
us.

ii

hope-
you're watching.

iii

the heart
trembles and shakes
fearing a break
to be broken
stolen,
become
numb.
for better
or worse; to feel

alive.

iv

Without touch, Ive felt you
its not much to say but enough 
to prove difference.

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