Wednesday, January 11, 2006

no.

no sad songs this morning.
no coffee break watching dry dirt float.
no more tears lost in this counting brainstorm.
no for many.
not many are for.
.
no lies today. please.
make a day without an excuse, dear.
scorpio's high eyes look upon the sky.
make a day without betrayals, dear.
some nice cuddling would do, but I'm as cold as stone.
no more waiting.
I've had my share.
no for many.
not many are for.
.
what a long time out you're hanging there honey, hang on.
"how important it is to feel safe." he says.
"how insignificant should I feel without this?" i ask.
no for many.
not many are for.