Wednesday, July 7, 2010

fatigue sets the table

i walk between
ankle and toe
stepping over veinous valleys

mountain ales quench
between tongue tips and teeth

to hold you beneath any
great deal of me seems a
definite moment
of betrayal, of bewilderment
begging to be broken by
beginnings

but once you start and head on
i see not one lasting minute of
forgiveness

i only find it difficult to apologize
just before we kiss

i only find it difficult to kiss
when you don't know i am apologizing

1 comment:

  1. boom. the b.s. in the big bunch bumble up a bit, but the ending is noice.

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