Thursday, March 12, 2009

Tiny Dots

walking through your cheeks,
across the flood lands,
making islands,
echoes like a train,
fading, into the distance,
constant, quiet, until they cross.

Tiny Dots

not too close,
never too far,
hard not to notice,
right here in my cheeks,
and im left wondering,
will they ever melt?

i need you to melt.