We ate crepes that we bought from a street vendor at the Bois Du Bolougne.
Sun shining
Slight wind
You kept running your hands through your thick hair
and I loved you
Both my hands were broken
So you held my purse
Do you ever think of the nights that I crawled off the single bed and joined you under the cover of the sleeping bag on the floor?
I could never kiss you while you had a girlfriend
I never did
Today the air smells like that afternoon in Paris
and so I am thinking of you.
trapeze sailing
balance and rythm
sure steps
oceans
and the southern cross
Thursday, April 06, 2006
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2 comments:
I really enjoyed this piece. You have a very unique style of writing.
I loved your imagery and meta usage.
thank you CJ. that is very nice.
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