Friday, February 11, 2005

Letters from a metro rider

Dear man on the metro,

Your subtle smile and dark, curly hair are distracting me. A few peaceful minutes on the train are all that I ask, but instead, I am struck by your beauty and forced with the reminder of the man I don't have. If you turn your dark eyes, hooded with long lashes toward me, do so with a that I may crawl in their depths and get lost. Turn your tall frame and casual strides in my that I may dream it's me your coming toward. Choose to whisper in my that I can one again be reminded of how the warm tickle of someone's breath feels.

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