I think you are an elegant and inviting person
I like to have a conversation with you when we go out
I like to find exciting things to talk about with you that I never knew before
I think you have a beautiful hair cut and wonderful clothes
When I took your hand and we crossed the street to get to the other bar
I imagined you were a tiny sheep and I was another sheep on a mountain
We stared across the expansive mountains together
There was a raincloud coming but not for a while
That was a comfortable and warm feeling
I would like it if we both had animal bodies covered with fur
I would like it if we both had animal brains
We could stare at each other blankly for hours
We do have animal brains
We stare at each other blankly for hours
Sometimes, and sometimes we stare at each other purposefully
Over short glasses of drinks not knowing what to say
The faces we make have no real meaning for us
I only know what I know about myself
I don't know you in any possible way
You are as predictable as I am
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
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2 comments:
thank you for posting something ian.
this post makes me think you are still alive which is good.
i guess it is my turn now.
hi ashley good to hear from you again.
although i don't know what else to say about the poem.
I am alive.
it is somebody's turn.
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