The velvet glove

is the feel of your hand entwirled with mine,
with a soft sweet smile on your face while the sun glows behind.
nothing will ever make me let go of our velvet glove.

nothing. =)

i stumbled over videos of outward bound in the laptop the other day.
images of unwashed teens smiling, hands locked against shoulders,
knowing that nothing cept hell or high water can touch them is still fresh in my head.

R.I.P Yee sook.

people get ripped away without reason,
into the unreasonal being that is chaos.
nothing is left but an echo of what they were.
it is the echoes we hold most.
dearly to the heart.

guys from the jetty clique.
we have to visit the old house on the top of the hill near the rich man's den.
they have miror walls and ceilings glittering with dust.
gem.

drying our toes in the sand,
roasting sugarcrackers by the fire whilst the fat man pours oil over the fire,
the only question in my head is how deep the ocean runs in all of us.

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I LOVE YOU. =)