Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Warm Blood and Cold Feet

Caught up in the midst
of a night that dies too young
is the sweet silence of secrets
that caress and hold one another
with warm blood and cold feet.
Heavy air drenched with stars
fill the lungs
that whisper and scream
the dearest desires held inside.
Walls spin and collide
in a happy tragedy
that will be remembered
until it's demise with time.

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