Friday, January 13, 2012

Fumbling

Shaking hand, I tremble
Trembling, I shake
My body contradicts my mind
Discombobulated
I fumble around, a goon
Is there a specific way?
Drop, too sudden, too slow
Nothing seems right, out of place
Till the gleam in her eye says it
There is no right way
Because it all leads
To the same thing, the same life
Ours. 

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