Wednesday, February 01, 2006

washing dishes

I want someone to save me
To scoop me up and save me
And for a moment
I want to believe that I can be saved

It is possible from afar
A distant notion warming me like a fire
Closer, it shifts and disappears
Or slips like a dish
From my soapy hands
My heart skips a beat
From the fear
Rather than love

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