7.22.2010

Scene 333: The Wrong Choice

The touch of your words
dance gently upon my skin,
like a warm breeze
enveloping the hairs on my arm
and sending beats into my body.

The hair brushes out of your eyes
so emotional,
such a song, that sings with each note,
so different than that monochrome life
that hums
when you're with your lover.

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