Saturday, April 24, 2010

...tell me something good...

On the edges of waking and sleep, you're there;
I can still taste you, smell you, feel you each time I'm pulled back through that unknown ocean to where things like having hands and feet seem to mean little more than my own jagged breathing;
Most things will never happen, but this one...
I'd say yes if only you'd ask.

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