Thursday, February 09, 2006

everyone is broken

The walls shiver and shake
each time the lovers downstairs
slam doors
to hearts opened not
long ago
with coy kisses,
late night
phone calls until sunrise
when a quivering stomach
meant desire,
not fearing
an eventual change
in octave,
or the heavy way
the word hate hangs
between the sheets.


Blogger KTB said...

lovely mer. lovely.

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