Wednesday, June 5, 2013

leather jackets, grape smoke

nothing to say
not much to do
just a dandilion in this tornado
tumbling around, unsure which way to go

your voice in my ear
electronics take over my mood
and I tumble insecurly
thinking of you

fingers against skin
teeth on concrete
nothing is at stake
with water below my feet

and as I spin
I feel steady in my stance
because nothing will change my heartbeat
no one will hold my hand.

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