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Post by Ramona on Jul 25, 2005 11:40:37 GMT -8
Any other Thursday I would have picked up the phone And called you And let your smile carry through the surgically mirandized telephone wires
Any other Thursday It would have calmed my daydoubts and twinged nerves: a warm spread of lukeflavored passion
But this Thursday The bottom fell out of our wandering scheme And the minutes ticked by juxtaposed with rings on the phone And the wait; the pressure building up in my heart smashing my calm cool reason Into tiny little shards of horridnightmares
And When I finally got through, the tears running down my face, stung and My speech ranrivers: muddled Your softened tongue rattled my brain Lost was all composure
Any other Thursday I would have joked about your silly obsession with Man U And the color red You would have called my bluff and starkissed me thoughtfully Any other Thursday Jack would ask for advice with mesneNicki And I would have made him Blush the color of the februaryroses
But this wasn’t Any other Thursday
Through the breakingballblasts It made me heartcherish What little we both have And the time we with tremblehands hold it Like lostlittlebutterflies Until it flits away In the black of smokerummbled Antonym of a berceuse*
*a lullaby
by Pseudomuse
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