Saturday, March 24, 2007

fragments of light peaking through the passenger side curtains
speckling our faces with the days anticipation

the smell of your morning maté fix

tiny flower picking

days spent tripping on each other

learning Her curves and secrets

a late lunch a fine dark porter and a crisp cool cider

bolder nights on mountain sides

bending toward untouchable skies

grabing tails of shooting stars

to view each end of the rainbow

surviving through each other

roll-over towns and the fuzzybuzz stumble back home

sleeping through a monsoon

and in my eyes fragments of light, peaking through the passenger side curtains speckling our faces with the days anticipation

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