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I breath seven I don't know myself in the mirror nor do i resemble me at all you wouldn't know me if you knew me no, not at all I am remade. these lips you kiss were made by you on the night we first kissed they began to form by speaking your name a secret name an angel's name no longer just a mask but the flesh beneath the lips, the eyes the nose, and chin your smile, twisting, dynamic not at all rigid like the mask soft lips. I thought I loved what fell from the tree but not like her unveiled self her pure self her real self... why do I whisper again it enters my mind with your name like a lingering scent, maddeningly there i erase my day for you the man in the mirror smiles back at you not me. on the night we first spoke i knew there was more and it ceased to matter and thats all the divinity I need, and if the world quits spinning my mind will still whirl just thinking of you (you always moved me more than planetary rotation,) I erase my week for you the man in the mirror smiles back at you not me. of course, this new heart you've given me is big enough for two and my lips are made to say your name and they do it well, and finally I breath seven again because each week I wait for you is seven days without you seven days i ache for you seven days without your sweet voice, seven, seven, and seven... seven times three too many but i'll wait. © 2002, h e a t h . h o u s t o n |