Yesterday is so short;
tomorrow rushes me headlong
and Im just holding, holding, clutching.
So short the hours, so fleeting the seconds
when you breathe in, breathe out;
stopping my own lungs from letting go,
I wait until yours take one more shallow pull,
one more gulp of your abridged novel
and Im pinching the pages,
praying, praying, begging
for just one more, one more.














Devious Comments
--
Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.
The last flicker of daylight calls to me, but yet into the darkness I walk.
.K.
The imagery is awesome. There's pages yet.
--
:looking up a suspect:
"Lloyd P. Nash." :laughs: "Wanna guess what the "P" stands for?"
"Is it pertinent?"
"Not even close."
- from "Due South"
[link] - Rubber ducks.
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