the way love laughs and you
those looks uncover days from their early archway nightmares and set them out in the sun to soak every effort is like watching the turning of your head into crowds and that look that says: i am the sea. those looks (of yours) uncover afternoon delights and break down the meanings of films unseen by the general population making spot and jane stories of the deepest rivers of knowledge. and so, when you turn and shake out that look in the direction of some lonely old soul, you say "this is the way love laughs," and walk their way to turn their sunsets into sunrises and maybe that's why most of them fall in love with you, fall headfirst into your perfect storm eyes wanting only to be nearer and nearer to you closer and closer to that way your looks lean on them making heroes out of hiroshima lives left a long long while ago to wither away. but you're strange eyebrow glance brings back to life the dead dreams and suddenly every life is a christmas tree of shining lights (a celebration of certainty) and you do it for nearly everyone who needs or wants it.
2008-01-21 | 11:45 a.m.
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