Friday, April 16, 2004

midnight-
our special time when
the big hand meets the little hand
and we're holding hands
(my little in your big.)

the middle of the night
it's the middle of our time
and i'm wishing the sun would never come
and burn away our beautiful eve.

yours eyes meet mine-
'how'd you do?'-
and it's always the first time, for me
with you.

time stops, parts
and we sit in the middle
with your hands like my canvas
i'll pain you with mine.

your hands round my middle
in our meddling, this night.
you can paint me beautiful, and
i'll grow to even up.
*bettie* at 3:15 PM