Stranger

My palms pressed firmly against the wall
underneath I could feel the brick and concrete scratching at my life line
dampness crept to the tips of my fingers and dangled trapped in time for an eternity
I closed my eyes
Your breath heaved warm on my cheek bones receding only to the cold air surrounding us
I am a wash
What is your name, my breath barely escapes my lips before the wind carries it away
you say nothing but touch my weeping eyes with your thumb
you hand is warm despite the ice, it reaches through me and tugs my inhibitions away
I am sworn, so why am I here
with this stranger.

-2009

Stranger

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Joined January 2009

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