Thursday, April 2, 2009

Untitled 3/22/09

i think it's called
longing
a whisper
high school at
midnight

my flesh on end
static hush
of
(voice)
(sound)
(tone)

i press
the back of my hand
willing mine to
be
your
touch

long
in




April is National Poetry Month so I'm going to try and post a poem or two of mine when I get the chance.

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