Tuesday, June 14, 2011

"Sebald," she whispered.

Somewhere, a bell was ringing.
I knew it was just telling time.
Winding down with my love,
watching birds chirp and play,
freely - like I want with you.
I dream about it always, always
dreaming about it - about forever.
Bejeweled bracelets glistening in
the sun, knocking against your wrist,
my knuckles grazing your knuckles,
fingers fondling the spaces between
us, baby, finger pads feeling
every inch. Smiling, sipping
sweet lemonade beside you —
sneaking kisses and nuzzling.
Whatever it is you wish,
it will be done.
We will travel the world,
just live and be.
Somewhere, a bell was ringing. 

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