24 September 2010


 in two years i will kneel and ask her to marry me

press rewind, crawl into her arms
every touch
is a photo-op for the heart
these words pump the blood that stutters
my heart
a frightened rabbit
caught in the spiral of a notebook
here is here
the plural fires of want
of longing
the rough draft footage of my diary
strewn across her bed
i mean, this is something i had to do
my chest
jet-lagged w/ the suppression
of weeks
my pride long since
the raw reactions of romance amidst
the prettily
evocative warm hearts...
the undertones
of love slumber blood to a bridge
a camera from where she's coming from
wires silver red ribbons
this train
is only a temporary residence
her arms
will always be home