Sunday, August 8, 2010

Dancer

dainty toes on the edge of this burn like fire.
dancer.
dancer.


walk the plank too far let the ocean swallow you.
cancer.
cancer.

stars align and combine and you are warmed by them.
answer.
answer.


"How can I still love you?"
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