2/26/09

peel.

your laugh
is unraveling
like the slow
peeling of an orange...
piece by piece...
covering my fingers
in sticky, fragrant citrus.
...
your walls are covered in art -
cuckoo clocks -
owl motifs -
candid photography -
and i am propelled forward
by your innovation and excellence.
...
we're drinking wine and swapping tales
like ships passing in the night.
i'm a silent observer in some far corner of the room
overcome
with
feverish
delight
and
new ideas
sprouting
like
tiny green buds on the trees outside.
...
you're a rainmaker - in your own way...
planting roots in this desolate place
so that others can be nourished by the fruit
you bare.
*photo found here.

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