the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Contact Through Glass

A routine can be disrupted when you trust it with luck,
And then your stuck being read your Miranda rights
For attempting to break Murphy's Law.
Your color combination and voice box recognition
Was enough to break the safest place I had,
Leaving quiet implosions in my cage
With every glance you had to give,
Your necked craned like a key
That slips through me like a sieve.
I was the lock that kept you out
Of the door that you are,
Unlocked and letting everything in.

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