your evening blue dress world
i remember watching you from some small distance you were smoking clove cigarettes dressed in blue. it might have been the shape of your lips that night, the curve at the corners of your mouth that made me a little dizzy but returning to your side i suddenly felt drunk and wanted more than anything to lay beside you at dawn whispering because it's still a little dark and whispering is for the dark and maybe it was the only time i saw you that way or thought about the parts of you that are tender to the touch or imagined your breaths deepening but it was enough just to have had a seedy sort of affair in my mind i didn't need to know what you tasted like beyond a vague notion based mostly on the way you smelled that night, and, really, every night after it.
2008-02-27 | 5:17 p.m.
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