i break a nail;
he reaches down, picks it up,
and offers me his.
he pulls a muscle;
i touch it lightly, kiss it,
and give him mine.
i puncture my heart;
he weighs down his spirit;
we look up, smile, and exchange.
Monday, December 03, 2007
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2 comments:
ooh I like it!
Except the thought of someone picking up a piece of broken nail weirds me out slightly.
Everything else was just lovely. Especially the last verse.
I like this a lot too though I agree with Annie that the nail thing is kinda creepy.
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