the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

Under Revolving Stars

A muscle spasm grabbed my side
In a camaraderie I thought had long expired.
As sweet as milk, it hadn't curdled
And I found myself in the thick of renewal,
Peeling off nervous labels as a task my hands could do,
Opening those precious eyes for a more refreshing view.
I could see you in the outline of fatigue
And the cigarette burns from what's out of my league.
If you're asking for empty promises
I'd kindly ask you to just leave it,
But these contractions are an action
For which a counterpart is needed.

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