Monday, February 9, 2009

Love, Untitled

You move against me in the dark
and I remember
slow dance floors urging
pulsing beats sliding through the veins
together in the red dim room
crowded by couples each alone as they move
together.

And so, ten thousand nights from then,
I move to you.

1 comment:

Gretchen said...

I love this one!

Gretchen