thursday 23 october 02003 2:34pm
after kabuki, for sara

what i find myself cherishing today is the silence, sitting inside that big wood room, like being inside a tree, and knowing you were in there too, or knowing that you had left. or not knowing; moving wet through wood and tile rooms and water and steam knowing that you are about, that we are together though we are not together. your hands all salty sliding across my back, and your back all saltyslick under my hands.