Saturday, May 03, 2014
spotlight
he lifted his shoulder to his
cheek, taking a quick glance
and her eyes made time stop
the perfect question
(which is not a question at all)
is a thunderbolt that
lights up your instincts
your nerves are firing
the channels are all open
eyes are daggers
tongues are twisted
it's a hot summer night and
the moon is a cruel spotlight
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