Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Some poetry

Addicted to your words
Like a bookworm on speed
I wait till dawn to get my fix

When I cannot remember
The smell and the taste
Sentences become my senses

But distance is not relevant
If you can get inside my head
With the beauty of your tongue

And I cling to every word
Like there is
Nothing else to hold on to.

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