Friday, December 5, 2008

so hold

it's cold outside

all i keep thinking
about that thought
conjured by sleeplessness
how sweet it would feel
to be with you
on a street side
with gravel beneath us
with me in your arms
for longer than it calls
we'd just stand
holding on
and i'll let out
all the breath i anticipated

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

i like the line "with gravel between us"