2.10.2010

wave of mutilation

He silently cracked
            open the porch door

And ushered me
            outside under the stars

Like how you
            crack open a window

To clear the
            air after you pass.

We held hands
            and felt the night

Air touch our
            open wounds from today.

The night was
            fooled by the stars

Spitting their light
            on our naked bodies.

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