Thursday, March 26, 2009

the stillness.

the whistle of the wind was entering my window that night
as our dirty hands found one another, as my head laid upon your chest
we wrote our dreams on scraps of paper and sent it into the dark
while the silence filled the room and the only sound was your heart beat
and the stillness of my head moving slightly on your chest 
our forgetful minds sometimes forget


1 comment:

  1. this reminds me so much of a night i just recently had.