Friday, June 25, 2010

Old scripts

On our first meeting,my stomach fell twelve floors, and crumbled down onto a block of ice.

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Down in my toes, they tingle
with the beat of blood circulating, up into my high hopes.
I dance inside my skin at the sight of your name.

I barely know you, but for whatever reason it makes no difference
an explosion escapades from my eyes
A grin against this lit up face

Something tweaks between our footsteps
Something lays in the back of my mind.


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Blue quartz eyes, stained my green hazel
Ice cotton hair, grazed through chocolate speckled hands.
His skin of white peach, sprung angel coral in the summer.
A tongue of laced rhubarb
Young cherry lips.

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