neither black, nor white. just grey.

Friday, May 27, 2005

great! blogger screwed up on me.
bloody worthless. -wink-
thanks anon whoever u are, for copy n pasting the poem.

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the briefest of glances, that fleeting moment in time.
I feel yours against mine

Thrice, our paths have crossed.
My impression etched.
beyond the delicate melting of breath against breath

The deliberate teasing as the light touched my lips.
For the last traces of your warm fingers against my bare skin;
raw.

i do not want to know u
becuase hurt only follows.
and trust is but the last resort

yet i wait, afar.
because of that minute measure of hope, that someday;
once again,
i will feel yours against mine.