Sunday, September 12, 2010

Was it all a dream?

I clutch at the fabric
Burrowing within its folds
The precious scent of you
On my clothes
Is already fading

I'm spinning
Faster and faster
Heels over head
I would fall
I would sink
If your arms
Weren't holding me
Right now

The words don't come right
The imprint of your lips
So tangible
The memory
So precious
Is already fading

Was it all a dream?

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