20.5.10

revisit

November 3rd 2008

I like when we sleep. and the window is
held open my a book. and your arms are
warm and you hold my hand. and everytime
you breath air drifts past my right ear.
and sometimes i try and breath at the same
time as you, in and out. and in. and out.
and in and out. and that's what i like
about when we sleep.