Lights Off

I am somewhere
In deep darkness.
My groping hand touches
Something I cannot see.
Only feel.
Only smell.
A Texture.
Some skin I am familiar with.
I can feel
Something breathing.
Faster.
As if it was chasing.
A rhythm.
An accelerating movement
Of two skins,
Conversing.
Intimately.

Then whispers.
Some unknown words were spoken.
To the air.

Formula for Deep Sleep

Dark room.

    The idea of being one with the night. 

Warm bed.

    The comfort of feeling something familiar. 

Warm blanket.

    A place to hide from your fears. 

Being naked.

     The poetry of freedom.

Cold night.

     A metaphor for the unforgiving world.

Rain outside.

     The joy of rebirth in the morning.

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August 30, 2006

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