Thursday, October 10, 2013

distance

distance

“Everywhere I am is just another thing without you in it.”
“Fashion Coat,” Sad Songs for Dirty Lovers, The National

we are separated by 2 years and 300 miles
when you wake up there alone in your bed

you feel something on the back of your knee
and start to reach down or pull back the covers

but you don’t realizing what the sensation is
two lips on the back of the knee like a poem

and then you say to me without speaking aloud
that you have been talking with cats in your dreams

Nakata i whisper separated by 2 years and 300 miles
the taste of the back of your knee lingering on my lips

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