pull

pulling out threads, unravelling
absent-mindedly.
single strings and multi-colored crowds of
cloth come apart beneath my fingers,
vulnerable in the dimming light shining through trees in the middle of the afternoon
with one tear on my face and the other deep
in your shoulder.

i’ve never had someone comfort me that well before.

and you’re beautiful when i pull back the veil of
your denial.

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February 22, 2005

my goodness you are treasure. love xx

February 23, 2005

i love this. i’m always available to hang out with YOU! 🙂

February 26, 2005

this is beautiful.love,