grace, a verb. (?)

both on your bed
sitting indian style
& the knees? touching like moss on trees.
we were talking about this, thing
this thing that we have gotten ourselves into, i guess.

we looked at each other harder than i think any two humans ever could in life
maybe we didn't blink but if we did, it didnt matter 
It was so far past looking.
as things moved time didn't and our faces were very close together 
i kept thinking how odd it was i could even comprehend reality 
   this,
   then,
  there,
a million birds were going through my head and real life was switching with a firing of miscellaneous synapses:  black and white photographs of  trips we never really took and songs we wrote on other planets.
i think our lips were so close that our breaths were maybe kissing without us
we allowed this
but we both knew.
i think our lips touched just maybe
it was like ballet
like ballet but only the white swan.

4 comments:

wiredwriter said...

i think our lips were so close that our breaths were maybe kissing without us

damn amazing lines, damn amazing piece.

rollerfink said...

Love story

Ned Buskirk said...

yuss. i'm subscribed. yuss.

DJ Berndt said...

I want to write songs on other planets.