Monthly Archives: July 2010

Untitled. June 2010

Standard

Don’t know what to make of it
This strange sensation
Like dust invisible but it tickles
your nostrils.

Someday we’ll have the conversation
A real face to face relation
I’ll touch your hand, you’ll touch mine
We’ll let our fingers intertwine.
But until then
I take solace in my pen
Because all this has ever been
Is pollen travelling on the wind.

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