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Dec 2012
Fingers blowing wind on keys,
I'm outside letting snow fall on me
Watching her with leather eyes and knees.
She's studying her periphery
And I can see that she's been waiting
For me to finish smoking.

Tearing the universe open
Her black skin and nails shaking me.
The chord sits gaping like coffins
In open casket last time seeing your
Identity embodied in somebody else who never misses beats.

The pool was closing up
And you were a stranger.
I never listened to my instincts
And that made us perfect.

The steam rises from the water til
Vision escapes me and it
Closes around her soft body.
She dives down and lets the
Chlorine leave her hidden
And my legs were gone again.

She peaks the momentum
Her dark hair and eyes both agree:
I need someone else around me,
Some sound to come down and let out
The lesser parts of all the things I could have been.


The pool was closing up
And you were a stranger.
I never listened to my instincts
And that made us perfect.
Ryan Bowdish
Written by
Ryan Bowdish  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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