Wednesday, July 15, 2009


My, she is pretty. What a striking face, underplayed. She dresses down but it is impossible to hide the gorgeous eyes, the crazy jut of her cheekbones. Her perfect mouth. She is luminous. I could eat her lips. I won't. But I could. I appreciate the strength of her and her intelligence. She reads. She thinks about what she has read. She is a breath of life in a dead place. I would talk to her for hours, but we have other lives. Other places to be. I would run and run beside her and when I tired she would run in circles around me. She is where I want to be. She is my conscience. She is me.

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