frame_them_with_our_hands crOwl oh, the things we do. we all know what they're like. let's make them like films. let's stand back and frame them with our hands. 040924 ... once again and as you fell backward onto that purple comforter, I watched. Silky white feathers spewing forth under your weight. They caught in the curls of your thick brown hair. And your eyes looked into mine, staring up at me with a completely new expression... shock, or awe, or joy, or hatred, something like betrayal, like I was not the person you came here to see. I looked down at you, beautiful in your befuddlement and I moved my hands like children do, capturing your face in that perfect moment of understanding. I will keep your face forever framed with the fingers of my hands. 041117 ... shilohlives all of my imperfections, and perfections alike. your traveling hands love them all. As my mind goes over changes to make, you soak me up through my skin. all of your perfections, I frame them with my hands. Your face next to mine. I soak up your love through your skin. All of our memories I'll look back and find they are framed with our hands. 041118 what's it to you? who go blather from