still the air drawn
out of my lungs
folded on my tongue
and launched in your direction
is the cool breeze
gusting in the corridors
of my soul
and swirling in the corners
---
you, who bring me mountains
by proxy
who are the shape of the shadow
hanging deep
in the dusty arroyos
you--are the saving of myself
2 comments:
The "you" bug has caught you too ? hmm .. its strangely romantic..
pS - Haven't been too well .. quite sick et al but things are getting better ..
the narration would become tedious like before.. :D
How is life at your end?
and btw you never replied my mail :P
fair to dying with "you"s...
... have been a little sick as well. It was a beastly winter--we had... three?... blizzards. No good for a Southerner.
... did you mail me? I almost never check the account--unless I've been... uh... relieving ennui by posting non-fungible personal ads. And, recently, anomie has had, rather, a strong anti-social component.
... but I will check it now.
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