Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Notes From Key West

I'm constantly halved in two. You are swirling through my stomach and spinning in dresses tonight... like a song that builds to shake you alive. You deserve so much more.

We are all gamblers. Through the air between us I see flashes of self control, but my heart's fallen asleep in my throat again. I'll give you four stars when you're awake and three words when you're asleep.