Monday, October 16, 2006


Shuffle me in the palms of your hands
just like a deck of cards.
Right now I'm erratic
playing with chance is exciting.
Don't let me fall so deep
that I can't gather oxygen
or see clearly.
Just be around.
I need you.
To feel you is my security
you are the key to my lock.
In these moments of conflict
any sound you make
although muffled to my senses
is like an opening wide
within you... peaceful
familiar and welcoming.


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