Friday, December 3, 2010

the other room

i don't know what i feel when i kiss you-
stranger. strange, strangled
by the expectations of conformity.

i don't know what i'm feeling-
stranger. strange, drinking
to drown out reality.

i don't know who i am without you-
stranger. strange, validated
by the maxims of society

i know i want you-
stranger. strange, yearning
for aoristic validity.


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