Wednesday, March 20, 2013

And I'll dance like they aren't there
Walk on the back of the couch like a balance beam.
Tilt my head to the side,
and close my eyes.

And they never speak, just watch.
I never touch them or interact,
because I'm in my head,
and they are just the presence I need.

Not a touch, a presence.

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