Anastasia Beaver-Hausen (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} yseultaine) wrote,@ 2006-10-06 00:46:00 |
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Wrist Tryst
Sitting in that last minute dragged out meeting where I am playing the stooge and.
every time I feel my own wrists bend I remember.
rearranging your's in your sleep, which arouse you.
you insisted you knew that your wrists were okay, but.
What could I say,
I never felt so close as to pull your hands out and open those important passages between your digits and your brain,
While you so peacefully,
So softfully,
dreamt your soul full of of joy.
Sitting in that last minute dragged out meeting where I am playing the stooge and.
every time I feel my own wrists bend I remember.
rearranging your's in your sleep, which arouse you.
you insisted you knew that your wrists were okay, but.
What could I say,
I never felt so close as to pull your hands out and open those important passages between your digits and your brain,
While you so peacefully,
So softfully,
dreamt your soul full of of joy.
