Friday, June 13, 2008

If you were to sit at the other edge of the couch that I sit on.
If you were to read while I read. If you were to stare as I stared.
If you were to survey the terrain of this room that encompasses my world.
If you were to lay your leg across mine as we traveled far from this land, these sounds and these sights.
If you stayed, I might stay.

Else I fear I will dissolve.