a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








almost;;


maybe it is the soft melody in the background. the faintest plucking of guitar strings. sounds of sweet surrender glide through the air & into our ears. just enough, just enough.

maybe it is the memory of soft skin against mine. thick, humid air, teasing our pores;; the brink of sweetness teetering beyond heat.

letting go of the past & clinging to the gust of wind that we know as promise. & ivory snowflakes kiss us now, ever so frail now.

we are standing on the edge of something & it glistens, taunting, ever so close.



written on 2004-04-17 at 10:08 p.m.

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