Wednesday, November 17, 2010


i work with papers and pens,
you work with electricity at your fingertips.
i see the light,
you bring the dark.
we are perfect for each other,
water and earth reveling in the night sky.
northern lights to your ecstasy,
my hands burning with blue light.
i carry full bags under my eyes,
stained black with days-old mascara.
i look into yours,
such warmth and strangeness,
you enchant me into believing.
time passes without meaning,
waves of good and evil,
bringing you to your knees,
bringing tears down my cheeks.

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