how often its
been to stay-
by comfort,
from the softness of light-
given and taken,
between
intermediate pauses
of understanding it-
spared to measure
obvious distance,-
admire space
blank and white
with portrait-
wise with reason
speaking
a message
or two-
at your edge
my lover
my killer
risking by you
into expense-
fortitude.

04/02/2002

Posted on 04/02/2002
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