the right side of my bed has wrinkled sheets,the left is:left,neat.

it's interesting how our hearts begin to beat.
Systematically&symmetrically. Like clock work: to the same beat.
Across each shoreline.
Each precious wire. every brush of a sheet.
The wideness of my eyes,the lull of a wintery night.
I feel you.

3 comments:

Allie, Dearest said...

Your site sent the most visitors to my blog over the past few days. Cuh-razy, girl.

todd! said...

happy new year louisa! how have you been? still traveling all over the earth?

Unknown said...

todd! what a small world.

girl. if only earth could be as perfect as blue skies and matching knitteds. heart to heart. feeling all a'this too.