from such great heights

Posted in life by chapwoman on July 2, 2009

what you have a gentle-spoken friend,
i lack a frame to put you in when you’re an ocean and a rock away.

i feel you in the pocket of my overcoat
my fingers wrap around your words
and take the shape of games we play.
i feed your words through my buttonholes,
i bring them through my fingerless gloves
green and prone to fraying.

thoughts of you warm my bones,
i’m on the way, i’m on the phone.
let’s get lost, me and you
an ocean and a rock is nothing to me.

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