veins in arms, earnest eyes,
stroking back your hair, playing, there.
i hadn't realized what i missed until i got it,
stars and the wind through my hair, solitude and sugarland
but luck is the last thing on my mind when i'm visiting,
encouraging strangers with a light touch and quick thinking,
head over heels for blond boys with beers and i'm not even drinking
elliptical sorrow so he's nowhere near,
i'm too far away because this isn't home.
i want the sweat and the signal,
the blood and the bone,
sleep deprivation, bathrooms with locks,
happy smoked hallways and the Jabberwocks.
(i only wish they were prettier)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
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