Monday, April 9, 2007

a million miles close

When I saw you for the first time today, it was good.
My heart did not leap inside of my chest.
The way I thought that it was supposed to.
There were no butterflies.
And yet,
And yet,
Even though I stood skillfully,
On my own two feet;
[My two legs
Were no match for your eight.]
I tripped over my words.


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