Friday, April 5, 2013

and you are wearing underwear to bed or you are wearing
nothing at all, and i am wearing my heart on my sleeve or your
mouth on my mouth. 

i tell you of the impossibility of giants, of how the feeble
thin cords of circulatory could never pump fast enough,
of how fragile hair really is and of 
problematic possibilities that a prince would meet a peasant and you,
you tell me fairy tales. 

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