Star Gazing

Saturday, Jan. 18, 2003 ~ 1:45 AM

<< >>

I just wanna show you the way that I feel.

Fog on the windows in the back seat. It is cold tonight and I like the shadowy traces the heat from my hands leaves behind. I am tracing my own constellations in the window. I am renaming the stars in my head. Sometimes I think that the real reason I don�t drive is because I if I were watching the road I wouldn�t be able to pay attention to the important things in life.

Everything under the moon is blue. And my fingers on the windows glow. My hands think themselves comets. I wish I were going home to you. To tell you the stories of my constellations in kisses down your back. I wish I were going home to you to trail my comets in your Milky Way.

I think that when we meet you will laugh at my bad poetry about the stars. And I will be happy.

.
.
.
.

Right Foot In < < < < < < < < < > > > > > > > > > Right Foot Out

Now Shake it all about!

Last 5 Entries

How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM

One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM

Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM

Gypsy - Wednesday, Sept. 24, 2003 - 8:44 AM

I'm no Artemis. - Wednesday, Aug. 13, 2003 - 8:19 AM

Recently

Lately

Write Me

Sign Me

What others say

What I Say

D*Land

a Nifty design

Amazon Honor System Enlist now. Fool! Learn More

~~~
LINKS

~~~

~~~
Rings