Parts of My Speech

December 28, 2010
are on my mind.
are carefully woven through blinks.
you are between each breath; nestled under beating heart.
you are sounds of rain
the comfort of cover
you are squeals
fears and Fahrenheit
you are fingers crossed and eyes pressed shut
you are new to me
you are a metaphor for a simile.

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