Tuesday, May 6, 2008

machine guns to me, looked like praying mantises

stop staring at me that way,
with the stars in your eyes
burning like fire.
the smoke we exhaled
danced across the room
as we have done
with awkward grace.
we fell into the sheets,
you fell into me.
from the rooftop we felt
the first drops of rain
on our bare skin.

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