All we want:
hair on our arms
to stand up on end
often
a smile that splits the face
immediately after
calm after that
peace and secure
warmth spreading
belly and chest
swelling with a spontaneous
song
sometimes an anthem
sometimes a hum bent
toward one particular ear
unshakeable faith
that if this is the last time
any of this will ever happen
it will only be because
this is the moment
of our last breath
Dark Matter 
October 20th, 2011 at 2:30 pm
Great post today thanks for sharing. I enjoyed it very much.
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October 21st, 2011 at 1:06 am
Thank you!