Thursday, February 05, 2009

1381

In that tiny little room we sat.
In that tiny little room she laid the map. We didn't
know where I was heading, but she showed me
where I stood then.
In that tiny little room I carried out my plan. In
that tiny little room she gave me the most abstract
compass she could offer. In that tiny little room I
connected with my mother, my father, my lover,
my life.
In that tiny little room, we were two dots.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't understand! So you slept with that girl? Is that what you are saying in here?
cheers;

Anonymous said...

How did you come up with this conclusion? but no, this is not what i'm saying.

Anonymous said...

I don't know. You just talked too abstract. It just apeared that way to me. Not that there is anything wrong with sleeping with another girl though. It is freedom of sexual orientation.
cheers;