Friday, February 27, 2015

Notebook Dump #8

Our dessert sits poised on the plate
as perfectly as a member of the royal family.


Masturbate to memories that never existed.


The chill after a rain
settles over all


The silence of our new communication
moves effortlessly from fingertips
to glowing image beheld
in the palm of the hand of another


Within you I see a multitude.

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