Tuesday, December 10, 2002, 3a.m.
a collaboration, work in progress by ocelotbob and cami

Today was the day she fell
...she smelled of oak, she tasted like rain
we breathed lilacs, smellt of honeysuckle
she was vanilla, and I, columbine
we grew together, we reached ever higher
I overtook her, leeched from her being
she perished alone, leaving but a seed

Tonight was the night we spoke
she breathed velvet, she was cloaked in mystery.
she greeted me in silence, told me of dreams
her eyes held mine, she silently sang
she gave me her hand, we drew close
the roses of her lips neared mine
we froze, forever anticipating, eternally admiring
...hope was her name