10.12.2010

the night that the truth remained silent

I watch as she plays with her hair
nervous little tugs and twists 
using her thumb and forefinger; the same two she'd use to fix her eyelash
our conversations
remixed with the first break of the of the sun and the emptiness from the night before
ambient and stunning
chasing the dust particles around us
- she asks for honesty
and I give
- she asks for reasons
and I outline
- she asks for commitment
and I
and I
and
I watch as she plays with her hair
nervous little tugs and twists 
using her thumb and forefinger; the same two she'd use to fix her eyelash

10.03.2010

sunday morn

before the dew wakes
we watch the moon set
like the first time