crawl

there are parts of you
i think about only
in the dark, quietly

there are parts of you
i want to slide my hands
across, almost
as if to make sure
you're real.

those are the parts
i keep for myself
those are the parts
i keep safe, perfect,
glorious

you make me crawl.

2008-03-03 | 8:49 p.m.
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