Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Silent Of Course

the nicest smell to fade through my blood vessels
nothing to take to taste
after all hours that I've put in to you
data center is in need of some repairs
the walkway to the concrete is the way you approach our next moves,
if you feel normal again, I will wade in the ocean built by millipedes searching for my heart
as now I know what it all meant
the things you were afraid of made me forget where I found love with you
already someone cares immensely spelled out the code it took to break this vault
and these vivid dreams are making sense to me before it gets too late
though my fingers move slowly through your dress, I only intend to undress
our machine is well greased and stirringly built
in the midst of this open well the ocean sprays back the pain we left at our ankles
as you sit there, silent of course, I didn't know what I wasn't doing all along

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