Lying down on my back
looking up past the trees
to a cloudless sky
I could stare
until my eyes
began to water
and eventually dry out.
Lying down on my back
at your feet
looking up past the trees that are your legs
to flawless eyes
I could stare
until I grow old
invalid to all
eventually totally forgotten.
Just like
the sky
so close, but so far
there’s no ice cube in hell
willing to bet
that I’ll ever get
to stand eye to eye,
within inches of your flesh,
in front of you,
I can’t reach
and I’m tired now anyways.
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Written June 29th, 2006
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