Despite what she nags about.
despite what she says...

September 11, 2007
Falling Paint Chips...

She's fallen past
the point of return...

Cold water rushes to tickle our toes
waves crash around our ankles...

The rush i feel
the love that forms...

A dance of emotions.
swirling back and forth between them...

Tears find a resting place
shirt sprinkled with dry areas...

Tears fill the hands
heart torn in two...

He knows her so well.
all of her inner secrets...

She washes her hands
he sprays her with water...

Tickles and giggles fill the room
one smile born and the disease is spread...

Shining stars looking down upon a love
a love that is stronger than any...