sleepyskin's Diaryland Diary

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I'll pretend like I'm letting you stay

we woke to perfect mornings;
not perfect in that everything was the
way it should but perfect
in the way that it can't get much better.
you, you asleep with your forearm resting upon
your forehead, shielding those dark and
full of stories (and laughter) eyes from
the sun.
me, me laying awake, counting the seconds, wishing I could just fall back
asleep but instead
I just lay there, I just
watch you breathe I just
study your back and its curves and it's freckles and blemishes
I just lay there and think for those moments (those twenty-five minutes)
that everything deserves to be perfect.

we stumbled through the downtown streets like
old friends like
old lovers like
things were meant to be this way because we willed
them so.
we stumbled through the sheets like we were new to each others bodies, like
we were new to our own nakedness, like we had just met...
(when really, we just had)
...and now we're here, you know "the one where..", the one where
you get away the one
where you up and leave to the coast that I called home...
you'll now call it home and I'll pretend like I'm letting you stay.
or letting you go.

12:23 AM - May 07, 2004

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