6.24.2010

God was in the room with us (I swear it)

to capture a moment
right there at the
tip of our tongue.
to see it all unfold
before us.
basking in the final
beauty of the moment.
taking for granted the
taste of contentment
as it washes clean
our bodies.
the perfect piece
of music and
a long ride home.
driving slower
to make it go longer.
a bed where there is no
other side of the pillow.
I'M OK.
straight dark hair
that smells like
christmas
positioning you on your
back and smelling amaretto
stone sour as you exhale in
anticipation.
sweet alcohol.
and there's sweat
that burns the eyes.
and there's groping
hands and heavy breaths.
trembling lips uttering
forevers.
an apartment in a valley that
we map out in 30 minute
increments.
we sleep alone now.
I'M OK.

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