For Paul
(March 26, 2004)
Run to you
is what I want to do;
escape to be beside you.
Memorize again
the details of your face as you sleep:
pink lips, Egyptian eyes
Or smell your smoke-stained hands
yet as sweet as ever.
Or hear your faint heartbeat
close to mine.
Separated by continents
I want to fly.
Or swim across great oceans,
battle the winds, refusing to surrender.
Because my love, baby, recognizes
no boundaries nor time.
It only knows two things:never to surrender,
to love always
*fcuk you
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
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