moving mountains
May 4th, 2002I don't need to strain
my eyes to see your shape.
And the mountains,
they don't get in the way.
I need only to feel
my own heart, beating
under these
weight cracked ribs,
to find your
morse code love messages.
And their punctuations
are the sweetest that have
ever crossed my lips.
I only need to close my eyes
to see your beautiful shape,
because what we've got
can move [...]
