Friday, February 12, 2010

Soft Edges

They always ask me,
What is it like?

Everything is forgiving,
Soft edges and soft eyes,
Certain sparkles on everything.
Seems like a dusting of tiny glitter
Is being spread all over.
All the lights
Seem to have a fuzzy haze
And eveyone's eyes
Are looking past me
As I look past everyone's eyes.
All smiles, soft lips
Turned up
Into soft edges.
I am floating
Around the room...
Walking over glitter
In the hazy soft lights.
Everything is sparkling
And everything is new.
The concrete seems soft
Under my feet.
And the music is just right.
The liquor goes down
All warm
And tingly...
My whole body quivers

From delight.

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