lying in your car,

legs crossed

and hair messed from

sex that set the fire alarm off,

i watched you sleep.

with my eyes i traced

the lines of your face.

the lids covering

your eyes

which speak louder

than any other part of you.

your skin,

soft. vulnerable. kind.

mostly,

i watched your mouth.

which moved and echoed

from a day of

being put through it.

i let the sound of

your breathing

fill me.

you looked so glorious

in the stillness of the early a.m.

that it was hard not to touch you.

but i kept my hands laying in my lap,

closed my eyes,

and drifted away with the sounds of you.

2003-06-16, 1:08 p.m.
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