Saturday, June 25, 2011

Twenty Four Minutes

Stop talking; we're losing light
Shadows and black, I'm losing sight
One thing before another, I forget the order
She moves swiftly, shoulder to shoulder
Skin glistening in twilight, this quiet landscape seems louder
My body aches to confide in her - to surround her
I'm left shaking, face to face with human mortality
And daylight has gone, overcome by bald frivolity.

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