Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Tell Me what it is you're thinking
You want. How was your day. 
Sometimes She's just so sad,
she'll only drink lattes, because
Eating meals, supper, dinner, lunch,
Breakfast is too much to bear alone. 
Then blueberry lips afternoons 
And She's back in his arms, wishing not
To be and not wanting to move from 
the finality of coming on top on her 
Own pillows as she lives, aware of the
Love that She is. 

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