even as the sun falls

oh and often you are the ties that bind often you are the straps around me building bulges in the sides of me in the evening you are sometimes quiet, i think.

in the evening you are often seen straining vegetables or clipping some odd piece of something before dropping it into the pan- i am watching hard and clear for you to move and smile

(the movements of your fingers undo me)

and watching you work watching you do the things you love are daymakers and you've made more days than most made far more ways in that many that come and unwind beneath the sky with me.

those are the days i slip through.

2008-03-12 | 12:04 p.m.
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