hold me close
closely
closer
&rub circles round my bones.
tilt my chin up
upley
upper
&kiss that weary mask.
cradle her head
softly
softer
&whisper hushed mysteries--
even the moon wanes weak.
Sunday, September 14, 2008
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IOUSA,
Friday.
Yes, please.
i used an ampersand in the post that i wrote today, and i thought of you.
i admire you
closely, closer.
mmm, haunting and lovely.
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