Saturday, October 11, 2008

I want..


I want to be a lost poem in a stranger's coat pocket that conveys the importance of you,

To assure you of my desire,

To assure you of my dreams.

I want all the possibilities of you in writing.

I want to give you your reflection.

I want your eyes on me.

I want everything before you to follow us

And leave a trail behind us.

I want never to say good-bye to you,

Even on the street corner nor phone.I want. . . . . .

I want so muchI'm breathless.

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