December 23, 2007

Peter's Way

your mystery turns it's neck
browses my face
and takes
i bend in your walk
my steps in yours
to bare your travel
to know your stride
i'll be a parasite tonight
in the wake of your hosting
peculiar party in mind's garb
i play on your bracelet
your charms blinking like the friction in your sight
sleeping beside your pulse song
...the curious beat that beckons me still...

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