crystallization.

2005-11-26 1:44 p.m.

i am caught up in his hands, when the morning comes - we war like this, our backs pressing against each other, our feet touching to say

this is still connection.

we take to other means, half hearted in the colder seasons, of expressing our commitment, ankles tying knots under the blankets, mouths closed

there's no more room to speak.

we have taken every ounce of oxygen, every sliver of air, and used it up discussing circumstances. we have left ourselves unable to mention

the coming salvation we have hidden from one another.

we take other means, half hearted in the colder months, of expressing our commitment, fingers making paths under the blankets, lips stitched

there is no more need to speak about what's happened.