when we drive nowhere but toward the center.
the road philosophizes in its curves,
and we imagine we understand it
we can hear the ocean's perpetual soliloquy
from here, already.
it is all so gentle, so sublime
the crashing divides the future in half,
drowns our fears.
I can feel your breathing right itself.
I construct a ritual to hold its words, this feeling.
the waves are humming their secrets towards us,
and they are rolling underneath your skin.
Labels: Fred
2/24/2008 02:53:00 PM