|two weeks of fog tumble out of prose
||[Dec. 28th, 2006|02:44 am]
all the time we were curled in the fleece of cinematic daydreams
my ribs purred beneath your fingers and off my lazy lips tumbled
i love you, but
i meant it
like that rocket ship girl believing in imaginary brothers
named Nathan, growing away
Love. semisynthetic opiate
beware the highs and lows
all week i trembled on the sofa, darting out of consciousness
"what are you thinking about?"
how do you know when i'm getting afraid
of what i might be afraid of?
finally I pipe up.
"I don't want to lose you."
you are silent. too wise to lie.
my fingers are warm. you hold them.
now i am alone, ready for the come down
two steps ahead of the avalanche
headed for solid ground
but still i would take any drug
i could have refills of