Thursday, January 14, 2010

Jeans and Chocolates

jeans and chocolates

 

in the dark, browsing through pictures
friends and strangers
jeans and chocolates
and the smile on my face divides the room
from the light and the cold
and am not sure if you can see between
because you've always been scraping on the surface
and this relief tucked under my lips
hopes to live until it's time to hit bottom
and what good are dreams when
there's only faces i can't touch and have not before seen
i feel love i feel anger
and in my paper i can run miles from you
and i can swim into you
and it does not matter if you
can pick the thorns from the roses