There we were
standing by the water,
the stream rolling by
over and around obstacles;
a limb.
You said, “What now?”
I said I loved you.
You said, “Is it time?”
A child answered
yes.
You bent to kiss me then,
and kiss me again.
your lips were soft.
I fell into you
and the frothing, watery
turbulence.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
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