Tuesday, 21 October 2008

i'm distressed
and i slip into a dream
in an alley by an auburn brick wall
and you lean up against me.

your fingers were mine,
and your eyes and your pain
and we were the same.

and i'm not quite sure
which one of us
was the intoxicated one.
i always felt drunk
but i never touched the stuff.

now i know why i cried back then.
that time, when nothing was wrong.
i cried then
the way that i can't now
because you froze me.

claire genevieve, dmu.

1 comment:

Jonathan Taylor said...

Dear Claire,

Thanks for posting this - it's rather touching, and talks about a relationship in precise and unsentimental terms.