05.17.06

you cant convince a woman shes more than the sum total of her love.  thats all she thinks she has.  maybe it is, I dont know.  I like to think she has much more than that.
 
when we were young people thought we were twins but I studied her hands and feet and I compared them to my own and I tried to force a resemblence because I needed to feel likeness, but I couldnt.  her legs were smaller and leaner, the muscles in her thighs and calves more pronounced than mine.  her hair was darker and my caulick fought persistantly to keep me different.  I spent a lot of time trying to see myself in her skin.
 
brush your teeth next to me the smell of dial on my washed hands.  I will build a bed for you inside my heart and keep you there forever.  the palm frons on the walls next to the shower have become indelible landmarks and I will always think of you with them because you are home to me and these walls have never changed.
 
at night the street was quiet and I laid next to her in bed listening to her breathe, clutching the yellow silk of her blanket to my lips.  you always fall asleep first.  youre never afraid to let yourself go to become something else.  Ill be hanging on forever rubbing sores into my skin with your blanket while youre off somewhere far away.