April 28, 2011
.sweet beats baby,

I have unrolled a map
onto my kitchen table
and put one finger
where you are and
another where I am.

The space between
is only inches. That close,
I could feel you breathing.
I could reach out and
run my fingers through
every strand of your hair,
touch your lips and
barely need to move.

In the corner of the map
there is a guide for judging scale:
every inch a hundred miles
full of roads and rivers and trees,
the guide a sharp reminder
that you are where you are
and I am where I am,
inches apart.




This poem © Gabriel Gadfly.
This image © Alie Ward.
Courtesy of Dollface 7:04 PM April 28, 2011
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April 22, 2011
.feeling terror bull.
I am in love with amazing man and letting my insecurities get the best of me. I'm going to ruin everything. It's bubbling up inside of me just waiting to surface.
Courtesy of Dollface 10:40 PM April 22, 2011
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.to know me is hardly golden.
Courtesy of Dollface 11:49 AM
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April 1, 2011
.dimensional jaw.
My heart's slow thump is keeping me awake. Every time I close my eyes I can see your face, your body, your flexing jaw. We are now officially in the single digits. I can't sleep. I've waited years to feel something this real. No more impostors. I am terrified but I'm taking this risk. You're the man for me. I can't sleep.
Courtesy of Dollface 1:43 AM April 1, 2011
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