[today]Mar 16th, 2007 4:07:53 am - Subscribe

I fit into you
like South America
into Africa.

without you, I drift:
my thoughts
become oceans;
miles of water between jigsaw coasts.

buildings swallow people
(just like love)
and spit them out again
when fluorescence
makes their eyes ache
and their hearts long for the sun.

all the uncertain islands
of missing pieces
come together -
strong, solid ground -
in your eyes.

turn back
time-floods
bring us
together again.

[I am]quietly pining.
[inspiration]maps and primordial soup.