May 15, 2010

Cloudy paranoid

You are across the room,
But baby: you will never be closer.
I can feel your breath rippling on me.
and your smell- rusty and delicately sweet.
and then you look at me feverishly,
and then you are gone.
The light sweeps in through the windows
and you are a ghost that I wont see ever again.

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