Wednesday, October 12, 2011

like, totes




Darling I
I write your name
slow and                                                         deliberate
in joined-up letters
(it's much more grown up)
In the steam in the damp in the drops of water that clung on to
the inside of 
the shower door

As I write the last letter
the first begins to fade


That's okay
I'm good at whispering your name too




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