Friday, November 12, 2010

Out of air

We told each other stories 
Closer with every word and every other period
Till we were breathing into the others' nostrils
With uncomfortable intimacy,
Of you and her
And him and me.
Listened too much
Eavesdropped a little
That we sit now gasping
Breathless.
I flip over to get my coffee
And you go back to your ideation. 

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