Saturday, September 4, 2010


you hold all my dreams
in the webs of your fingers
interlaced with mine,
and my love resides
between the ridges
of your fingerprints
and the dirt under your nails.
hold me until the moon will fall
and smile.
rattle your bones and scream your enchantments,
to the bottom of the ocean,
swim with me.
for my dreams are no more than smoke
if it is not in your hands they sleep.

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