Monthly Archives: January 2011

when you are here.

When you are here,
to me, it is as if
I am poking the tip
of my index finger
into an
alternate universe.

To you
I am lovely

To me
you are the
prospect
of freedom
a life without limits
a jump into nothingness
the excitement
of opening a door
to a secret kingdom.

When you are here
I want to
dance in the street
smile at strangers
buy sherbert
and sing.

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