2007 November:

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2006 December:

Sometimes when your sleeping
I trace my fingers over your body
tactile graphitti
I'm writing our story

you wake, then shower
erase all I've recorded
you wash yourself clean of me
tonight I'll begin anew

I want to mark you
the way you've marked me
scrawl my name across your heart
in deep permanent ink

communicating with my palms
I keep hopeing you'll dechipher me
my heart's morse code
it's fluttering palpatations

we're both puzzles
somehow interlocked
I feel something's missing
as you walk away