Thursday, March 30, 2006

clxxviii

my glasses are in my shoe
I remember my shoe on the floor

I’ve “got you on my mind
feelin’ kinda sad and low”

tears begin to fall but I don’t say anything
simply place my hand on your soft shoulders

stomach and shorts from top to bottom
but I don’t say anything and I’ve done

nothing wrong
and I’m a liar

I want to love like that again
happier than I’ve ever been

I did some dishes and felt
your hands in the water

you were sitting on my lap your shoes
between mine and we were lost somewhere

now the umbrellas drip and you slip like
oil through my fingers no more